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Deuces Remix

Chris Brown, Drake, T.I., Kanye West2010年11月2日

歌詞

Deuces (Remix) - Chris Brown (克里斯·布朗)/Drake/T.I./Kanye West

All that bullshit's for the birds

 

You ain't nothing but a vulture

 

Always hopin' for the worst

 

Waiting for me to f**k 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 leaving deuces

 

I know you're mad but so what

I wish you best of luck

And now I'm finna throw them deuces up

 

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 f**k you right I will I f**k you right I will

I'll f**k 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 b**ches that you'll always be my missus

And the hardest part about the f**king 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

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 talking but I guess that you ain't listening

Rather run around with them nothing a** b**ches then

Go 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 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

You know what yo You a b***h

You should have a travel agent cause you a trip

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

But all you got is some f**king issues you f**king b***h

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 sh*t together

You gonna be hot a little while I'mma 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 b***h and turn it to his new b***h

 

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

According to my old b***h I be on some new sh*t

She was on some old sh*t now I got a new b***h

Think I give two shits you ain't gonna do sh*t

Meet my two fingers intro-deuces

 

If you knew better you'd do better

Wanna get the middle finger but I got two better

So you gonna diss me even though you know it's wrong

Know you gonna miss me a little when I'm gone

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 ya mouth

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

Act like there's gum in your hair girl cut it out

Got a pocket full of hundreds

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 you love me baby first you gotta love yourself

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 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 she came for

But enough to know tonight excited she came 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 sh*t 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

I'm on some new sh*t

I'm chucking my deuces up to her

 

I'm moving on to something better better better

 

No more trying to 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

 

***歌詞來自第三方***