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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeDeuces (remix) (ft. Drake, T.i., Kanye West, Fabolous and Andre 3000)
(Drake)What you mean I ain't call you? I hit you when I landedI'm waitin' in my hotel roomSeems like we're arguin' more and it's getting less romanticYeah, I think she'll be able to tell soonBut I'll f**k you right I will, I'll f**k you right I willI'll f**k you like no one has ever ever made you feelI mean, this part of our relationship's amazing stillI might just put up with the arguin' and stay for realYou lookin' bad, girl, for goodness sakesYou with all those curves, and me without no brakesOoh, I'm willin' to work it out however longer how it takesYou feel like you missed out on those happy daysWell, girl that makes two of usOur timing is wrongYour friends always tyin' up every line on your phoneYeah, but tell them bitches that you'll always be my Mrs.And the hardest part about the f**kin' business is minding your ownAnd every time I try and break it offWe just yell until we're tired, then I break you offIt's useless, all this fighting, let's get past it nowEven when I throw them deuces, you just send ‘er back aroundYour wrist and fingers glisten, ice cold like MichiganAy, look at what we livin' in, here we go with this againI ju' keep on talking but I guess that you ain't listenin'Rather run around with them nothin'-ass bitches, thenGo on, got me hot, smokin' like the chim-i-neyWe used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemiesDeep inside, it's killin' me, but soon it's gon' be killin' youTo see her in that two-seater, no, that's gon' hurt your feelings, booAh-ha, didn't you think you would be over meBy now, so you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no reliefShe spoke her peace, I know, capisce, so love must be let go, releasedInto the wind, begin again, them deuces I must throw ya, peace(Kanye West)You know what, yo? You a b**chYou should have a travel agent, 'cause you a tripYou should make your own toilet tissue, since you the shitBut all you got is some fuckin' issues, you fuckin' bitchI hate (???), but I love your momGive her a kiss from me, her second sonGet your mind right, baby, or get your shit togetherYou gon' be hot a little while, I'ma be rich foreverGirl seducers, they come in deucesBut when I cut ‘em off, they always become a nuisanceNiggas take my old flows, and they take my old swagHe just took my old bitch, and turned it to his new bitchI'm stupid, but I won't get my drama onWhat I'm dealin' with is too real for me to comment onJay finally got it through my head not to run my mouthSo when y'all talk 'bout You Know Who, I don't know who you talkin' 'bout(Fabolous)According to my old b**ch, I be on some new s**tShe was on some old s**t, now I got a new b**chThink I give two s**ts? You ain't gon' do s**tMeet my two fingers, intro, deucesIf you knew better, you'd do betterWanna give 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 voiceNow I'm ghost, baby, four-door Rizzy-RoyceTryna work it out might be a bad business choiceI'm 'bout my business, boys, plus I make paperC'mon, that's old news, yes, the day's paperHo, you talkin'? What about?If it ain't how I kept you studded out, you might as well shut your mouthYou'll never score another me, I shut it outAct like there's gum in your hair, girl, cut it out(Andre 3000)The farewell email, from a femaleBut I'm a player, ain't gon' tell ya all the detailsWhat it entails is hard to say like selling seashellsBy the seashore, but she's not a boreBut neither a whore, who needs to know more?The kind you can't ignore but want to open the doorFor, or, run in your favorite storeAnd leave with all them shoppin' bags and half of it ain't yoursI did things for her, ain't rich, ain't poorI wanted to do more, but hell, I just ain't know herWell enough to know if this was all that she came forBut enough to know tonight, excited, she came fourTimes, to my cousin house to see if I was thereGetcha minds, out the gutter, man, we out here tryna have a goodTime, and here I am all heavy with the word swearSomebody that's a nerd likely fast-forward, but, shit, they asked for itIt's hard to throw up the deuces, 'cause when you know it's juicyYou start to sound like Confucius when makin' up excusesChase cabooses 'til the track goneI gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin' sad songs(Chris Brown)I'm on some new shitI'm chuckin' my deuces up to her (Deuces)I'm movin' on to somethin' better, better, betterNo more tryna make it work (Deuces)You make me wanna say, bye-byeSay, bye-byeSay, bye-bye, to her (Deuces)You make me wanna say, bye-byeSay, bye-byeSay, bye-bye, to her (Deuces)
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