Artist: Chris Brown Album: Trouble Man (2012) Title: Deuces (Remix)
Lyrics 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] |