Deuces (feat. Andre 3000, Drake, Fabolous, Kanye West & T.I.) (Remix)
[Chris Brown] All that bullshit's for the birds You ain't nothing but a vulture Always hopin' for the worst Waiting for me to fuck up You’ll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah Who knows just what I need, she knows just what I mean When I tell her keep it drama free
Chuckin up them (deuces) I told you that I'm leaving (deuces) I know you're mad, but so what I wish you best of luck And now I'm finna throw them deuces up
[Drake] What you mean I ain’t call you? I hit you when I landed I’m waiting in my hotel room Seems like we're arguing more and it’s getting less romantic Yeah, I think she’ll be able to tell soon But I'll fuck you right, I will, I fuck you right, I will I’ll fuck you like no one has ever, ever made you feel I mean this part of our relationship's amazing still I might just put up with the arguing and stay, for real You looking bad, girl for goodness sakes You with all those curves, and me without no brakes I’m willing to work it out however long it takes you You feel like you miss those happy days well girl that makes two of us Our timing is wrong Your friends always tying up every line on your phone Yeah but tell them bitches that you’ll always be my missus And the hardest part about the fucking business is minding your own And every time I try and break it off We just yell until we tired then I break you off It’s useless all this fighting let's get past it now Even when I throw them deuces, you just send it back around
[T.I.] Your wrist and fingers glisten; ice cold like Michigan Look at what we living in, here we go with this again I just keep on talking but I guess that you ain't listening Rather run around with them nothing ass bitches then Go on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney We used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemies Deep inside it’s killing me, but soon its gon' be killing you To see her in that two seater, now that's gon' hurt your feelings boo Ah ha, didn’t you think you would be over me By now so you go sleeping with them clowns, they are no relief She spoke her piece, I know, capisce So love must be let go, released Into the wind, again, again. and deuces I must throw ya peace
[Kanye West] You know what, yo? You a bitch You should have a travel agent, cause you a trip You should make your own toilet tissue since you the shit But all you got is some fucking issues you fucking bitch I hate niggas, but I love your mom Give her a kiss for me, her second son Get your mind right baby or get your shit together You gonna be hot a little while, I’mma be rich forever Girl seducers, they come in deuces But when I cut 'em off they always become a nuisance Niggas take my old flows and they take my old swag He just took my old bitch and turn it to his new bitch I’m stupid but I won’t get my drama on What I’m dealing with is too real for me to comment on Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth So when you talk 'bout “you know who” I don’t know who you talking 'bout
[Fabolous] According to my old bitch I be on some new shit She was on some old shit, now I got a new bitch Think I give two shits? you ain't gonna do shit Meet my two fingers, intro-deuces If you knew better you’d do better Wanna get the middle finger, but I got two better
[Chris Brown] So you gonna diss me even though you know it’s wrong Know you gonna
[Drake] (miss me a little when I’m gone)
[Fabolous] Drizzy voice, now I’m ghost baby Four door Rizzy Royce Tryna work it out might be a bad business choice I’m bout my business boys, plus I make paper Come on that's old news, yesterday’s paper Oh, you talking, what about? If it ain't how I kept you studded out You might as well shut ya mouth You’ll never score another me, I’ll shut it out