Deuces

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
All that 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
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 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, 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 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

 

[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-ass bitches 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 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

 

[Verse 4: 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’ma 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 turned 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

 

[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 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 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, 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

 

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I'm on some new shit
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