Rick Ross - Deuces (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Brown] All that bullsh**'s for the birds You ain't nothin' but a vulture Always hopin' for the worst Waiting for me to f** 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 leavin' (deuces) I know you're mad, but so what? I wish you best of luck And now I'm finna throw them deuces up [Verse 2: 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 f** you right, I will, I f** you right, I will I'll f** 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, 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**hes that you'll always be my missus And the hardest part about the f**ing 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 [Verse 3: T.I.] Your wrist and fingers glisten; ice cold, like Michigan Look at what we livin' in, here we go with this again I just keep on talkin', but I guess that you ain't listenin' Rather run around with them nothing-a** b**hes then Go on, got me hot, smokin' like a chimney We used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemies Deep inside it's k**ing me, but soon its gon' be k**ing 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 [Verse 4: Kanye West] You know what, yo? You a b**h You should have a travel agent, ‘cause you a trip You should make your own toilet tissue since you the sh** But all you got is some f**ing issues, you f**ing b**h! I hate n***as, but I love your mom Give her a kiss for me, her second son Get your mind right, baby, or get your sh** together You gonna be hot a little while, I'ma be rich forever Girl seducers, they come in deuces But when I cut 'em off they always become a nuisance n***as take my old flows and they take my old swag He just took my old b**h and turned it to his new b**h 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 [Verse 5: Fabolous] According to my old bish I be on some new ish She was on some old ish, now I got a new bish Think I give two ish? You ain't gonna do ish Meet my two fingers, intro-deuces If you knew better you'd do better Wanna get the middle finger, but I got two better [Interlude: Chris Brown + Drake] So you gonna diss me Even though you know it's wrong Know you gonna miss me a little when I'm gone [Verse 6: 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 your mouth You'll never score another me, I'll shut it out Act like there's gum in your hair, girl: cut it out! [Verse 7: Rick Ross] Got a pocket full of hundreds, she the only one that's missin' 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 talkin' 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 you love me, baby? First you gotta love yourself [Verse 8: 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 who*e 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 her; ain't rich, ain't poor I wanted 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 cousin house to see if I was there Get your 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, sh**, 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 [Hook: Chris Brown] I'm on some new sh** I'm chuckin' my deuces up to her I'm moving on to somethin' better, better, better No more tryna make it work You made me wanna say bye bye Say bye bye, say bye bye to her You made me wanna say bye bye Say bye bye, say bye bye to her