Deuces (Remix) Lyrics by Chris Brown


Chris Brown Lyrics

Deuces (Remix) Lyrics
[Drake:]
What you mean I anit call you
I hit you when I landed
I'm waitin' in my hotel room
Seems like we arguin' more
And it's 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 f*ck you like no one
Has ever ever made you feel
I mean it's part of our
Relationships amazin' still
I might just put up with the arguin'
And stay for real
You lookin' bad
Girl for goodness sake
You with all those curves
And me without no breaks
Ouu I'm willin' to work it out
However long it takes you
You feel like you miss those happy
Days well girl that makes to of us
Our timing is wrong
Your friends always tying up
Every line of your phone
Yeah but tell them bitches 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
Let's 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
Aye look at what we living in
Here we go with this again
I just keep on talkin'
But I guess that you anit listenin'
Rather Run around
With them nothin' ass bitches then
Gon on, Got me hot
Smoking like a chimney
We used to be best friends
Now it seems we finna be enemies
Deep inside it's killing me
But soon it's gon be killing you
To see her in that two seater
Now that's gon hurt your feeling's boo
Ah ha, didn't you
Think you would be over me
By now so you go
Sleepin' with them clowns
They are no relief
She spoke her piece I know, capisce
So love must be let go, released
Into the wind but again again
Them deuces I must throw ya peace

[Kayne West:]
You know what yo
You a Bitch
You should have a travel agent
Cause you a trip
You should make your own
Toliet tissue since you the shit
But all you got is some
F*cking issues you f*cking 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 gon be hot a little while
I'm a be rich foreva
Girl seducers
The 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 take my old bitch
And turn it to his new bitch
Haha 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 ya'll talk 'bout
"You know who"
I don't know who you talkin' bout

[Fabolous:]
According to my old bitch
I be on some new shit
She be on some old shit
Now I got a new Bitch
Think I give two shits
You ani't gon do shit
Meet my two fingers
Intro, deuces(deuces)
If you knew better you'd do better
Wanna get the middle finger
But I got two better

[Chris Brown:]
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 boy
Plus I make paper
Come on that's old news
Yesterday's paper
Oh you talkin'
What about
If it ain't how
I kept you studded out
You might as well shut ya mouth
You'll neva score another me
I'll shut it out
Act likes it's gum
In yo hair girl
Cut it out

[Rick Ross:]
Got a pocket full of hunderds
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 300:]
The farewell email from a female
But I'm a playa ain't
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 favorite store
And leave with all them shopping bags
And half of it ain't your's\
I did things for her
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 that she came for
But enough to kow tonight
Excited she cam 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 the deuces
Cause when you know it's juicy
You start to sound like Confucius
When making up excuses
Chase Cabooses
'Til the track gone
I gotta find me a new locomotive
Stop making sad songs

[Chris Brown:]
I'm on some new shit
I'm chuckin' my deuces
Up to her
I'm movin' on
To somethin'
Better better better
No more tryin' to make it work
You make me wanna
Say bye bye, say bye bye
Say bye bye to her
You make me wanna
Say bye bye, say bye bye
Say bye bye to her(her)


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