[Chris Brown] All that bullshit's for the birds You aint 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 Ohohohohohohohoh… x2(Chuckin up them(deuces) I told you that im leaving (deuces) I know you mad but so what? I wish you best of luck And now im finna throw them deuces up
[Chorus] I'm on some new shit I'm chucking my deuces up to her I'm moving on to something better, better, better No more trying to make it work You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her; to her
[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
[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
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[Andre 3000] The farewell email from a female But I’m a playa, ain't gonna 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 favorite store and leave with all them shopping bags and half of it ain't yours I did things for, ain't rich ain't poor I want it to do more but hell I just ain't know her Well enough to know if this is all she came for But enough to know tonight excited she came four Times to my cousins house to see if I was there Get ya minds out the gutter man We out here tryna have a good time And here I am, all heavy with the words where Somebody that's a nerd, likely fast forward But shit they asked for it It’s hard to throw up them deuces cause when you know it’s juicy You start to sound like Confucius when making up excuses Chase the Cabooses until the track gone I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop making sad songs