Deuces (Remix)

[Drake, Verse 1:]

Whatchu mean, I aint call you, I hit you when I landed

I'm waitin in my hotel room,

seems like we're arguing more and its gettin less romantic

Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon

But, i'll f*ck you right I will, i'll f*ck you right I will

i'll fuck you like no one has ever ever made you feel

I mean its part of our, relationship's amazin still

I might just put up with the arguing and stay foreal

You lookin bad, girl for goodness sakes,

you with all those curves and me without no brakes

Ooh, i'm willin to work it out, however long it takes you

You feel like you missed those happy days, well girl that makes 2 of us

Our timin is wrong, your friends always tiein up every line on your phone

Yeah, but tell them n*ggas, that you'll always be my Ms. (misses)

And, the hardest part about the fuckin business

is mindin your own

Uhh, and everytime I try and break it off,

we just yellin till we tired then I break you off

It's useless all this fightin, let's get past it now

Even when I throw them deuces, you just send 'em back around



[T.I., Verse 2:]

Ya wrist and fingers glisten, ice cold like Michigan

Aye look at what we livin in, here we go with this again

I just keep on talkin but I guess that you aint listenin

Rather run around with them nothin a** b*tches then go on

Got me high, smokin like a chimney,

we used to be best friends now it seems we finna be enemies

Deep inside it's killin me, but soon it's gon be killin you

To see her in that 2 seater, no thats gon hurt yo feelins boo

Eh hah, didn't you think you would be over me by now

So you go sleepin with them clowns, they are no relieve

She spoke her peace, I know ca-peesh so love must let go

release

Into the wind[?] but again,

again but them deuces I must throw you PEACE!



[Kanye West, Verse 3:]

You know it yo, you a b*tch,

you should have a travel agent cause you a trip

You should make your own toliet tissue, since you the sh*t

But, all you got is some f*ckin issues b*tch,

I hate b*tches but I love your mom

Give her a kiss for me, her second son,

get'cha mind right baby or get ya sh*t together

You gon be hot for a while, i'ma be rich forever

girl seducers, they come in deuces

But, when I cut them off they always become a new sense

N*ggas take my old flows, and take my old swag

he just took my old b*tch and turned it to his new b*tch

I'm stupid, but I wont get my drama on,

what i'm dealin with is too real for me to comment on

They finally got it through my head, not to run my mouth

So when y'all talk bout you know who, I dont know who you talkin bout



[Fabolous, Verse 4:]

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 aint gon do ish, meet my two fingers

intro-deuces (deuces)

If you knew better, you'd do better when I give the middle finger

but I got two better

-Chris Brown: So you gon diss me, even tho you know its wrong

So you gon diss me, even tho that i'ma gone (gone

gone)-

Drizzy voice, now i'm ghost baby, 4 door rizzy royce

tryna work it out might be a bad business choice

I'm bout my business boys, plus I make paper, c'mon thats old news

yesterday's paper

Oh, you talkin? What about? If it aint how I kept you stutted out

you might as well shut your mouth

You'll never score another me, I shut it out,

act like its gum in yo hair girl cut it out



[Andre 3000, Verse 5:]

The farewell email, from the female

But, i'm a playa, ain't gon tell you all the details

Who didnt tales[?],

are hard to say like sellin sea shells by the sea shore

but she's not a [?]

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 shoppin bags



and half of it aint yours

I did things for her, aint rich, I aint poor,

I wanted to do more but hell I just aint know her

Well enough to know if this is all that she came for



but enough to know tonight,

excited, she came for (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 thats a nerve, likely fast foward, but sh*t they asked for it

It's hard to throw up the deuces, cause when you know it's juicy

You start to sound like confusish[?], when makin up excuses

Chase the booses, to the track, gone,

I gotta find me a new loco-motive

stop makin sad songs



[Chris Brown, Chorus:]

I'm on some new sh*t, i'm chunkin my deuces up to her (deuces)

I'm movin on to something better, better, better

No more tryna make it work (deuces)

You make me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye,

say bye bye to her (deuces) [x2]