Chris Brown - Deuces (Remix) (Feat. Drake, T.I., Kanye West, Fabolous, Rick Ross, & Andre 3000) | Текст песни

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• Deuces (Remix) (Feat. Drake, T.I., Kanye West, Fabolous, Rick Ross, & Andre 3000)

[Chris Brown]
All the bullshit's for the birds
You ain't nothin' 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

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (chu-chuckin' up the deuces)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I told you that I'm leaving (deuces)
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I know you mad but so what?
I wish you best of luck
And now I'm 'bout to 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 are arguing more and it’s getting less romantic
yeah, I think she’ll be able to tell soon
but I f-cked you right I will
I f-cked you right I will
I’ll f-ck you like no-one has ever ever made you feel
I mean it’s part of our relationships, amazing still
I might just put up with the arguing and stay for real
you looking mad, girl for goodness sakes
you with all those curves and me without no breaks
ooh, 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 b-tches that you’ll always be my missus
and the hardest part about the f-cking business is minding your own
uhh, and everytime I try and break it off
we just yell until we tired then I break you off
it’s useless all this fighting lets 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
eh look at what we living in
here we go with this again
I just keep on talking but I guess that you aint listening
rather run around with them nothing ass b-tches
then, go on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney
we used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemy’s
deep inside it’s killing me
but soon its gon be killing you
to see her in that two seater, now thats gon hurt your feelin’s 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 b-tch!
you should have a travel agent cuz you a trip
you should make your own toilet tissue since you the sh-t
but all you got is some f-cking issues you f-cking b-tch
I hate (?), but I love your mom
give her a kiss for me, her second son
get your mind right baby or get your sh-t together
you gon be hot a little while
I’mma be rich forever (Amber Rose diss?)
girl seducers, they come in Deuces
when I cut em off they always become a nuisance
n-ggas take my old flows and they take my old swag
he just took my old b-tch and turn it to his new b-tch
hehe. 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 talkin’ bout

[Fabolous]
According to my old b-tch I be on some new sh-t
she was on some old sh-t, now I got a new b-tch
think I give two sh-ts
you aint gon do sh-t
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 - Chorus]
So you gon diss me even though you know it’s wrong
know you gon (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 thats old news
yesterday’s paper
oh, you talkin’, what about?
if it aint high keep you studded out
you might as well shut ya mouth
you’ll never score another me, I’ll shut it out
act like there’s gum in your hair girl, cut it out

[Rick Ross:]
Got a pocket full of hundreds
she the only one is missing
got a bucket full of ice
and a watch to go with it
got a racing Lamborghini
have my homies scared to drive
haters better put their head down they know that boy be fly
all the charter planes
now i’m talking ballers slang
R.O.Z.A.Y on that wall in the hall of fame
I let my denim sag
red Louis belt
how can u love me baby, first you gotta love yourself !

[Andre 3000]
The farewell email from a female
but I’m a playa, aint gon tell you all the details
what it entails is hard to say like selling seashells
by the seashore, but she’s not a bore but neither a whore
who needs to know more
the kind you can’t ignore but want to open the door…for,
or run in your favourite store and leave with all them shopping bags and half of it aint your’s,
I did things for, aint rich

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