Deuces Remix (fDrake, T.I., Kanye West, Fabolous, Rick Ross & André 3000 - Clean Version)

[Verse 1: Chris Brown & Kevin McCall]
All that bullshits for the birds, you aint nothing but a vulture (Oh, oh, oh)
Always hoping for the worst, waiting for me to **** up
Youll 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
Woah-woah-woah-woah- woah-woah-woah
Chu-chuckin up them deuces
Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah (Yeah, yeah)
Told you that Im leaving, deuces
Woah- woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah (Woah, woah)
I know youre mad, but so what? I wish you best of luck
And now Im finna throw them deuces up
[Verse 2: Drake]
What you mean I aint call you? I hit you when I landed
Im waitin in my hotel room
Seems like were arguin more and its gettin less romantic
Yeah, I think shell be able to tell soon
But Ill **** you right, I will, I **** you right, I will
Ill **** you like no one has ever, ever made you feel
I mean, this part of our relationships amazin still
I might just put up with the arguin and stay, for real
You lookin bad, girl, for goodness sakes
You with all those curves, and me without no brakes, ooh
Im willin 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 tyin up every line on your phone
Yeah, but tell them bitches that youll always be my missus
And the hardest part about the ****in business
Is mindin your own, uh, and every time I try and break it off
We just yell until we tired, then I break you off
Its useless, all this fightin, lets 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
Ayy, 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-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 killin me, but soon its gon be killin you
To see her in that two-seater, know thats gon hurt your feelings, 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
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 ****in issues, you ****in 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, Ima 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 (Haha)
Im stupid, but I wont get my drama on
What Im dealin 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 dont know who you talkin bout
[Verse 5: Fabolous]
According to my old bish, I be on some new ish
She was on some oldish, now I got a new bish
Think I give two-ish? You aint gonna do ish
Meet my two fingers, intro-deuces
If you knew better, youd 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 gon miss me a little when I' m gone
[Verse 6: Fabolous]
Drizzy voice
Now Im ghost, baby, four-door Rizzy Royce
Tryna work it out might be a bad business choice
Im bout my business , boys, plus I make paper
Come on, thats old news, yesterdays paper (Nice)
Oh, you talkin, what about?
If it aint how I kept you studded out
You might as well shut your mouth
Youll never score another me, Ill shut it out
Act like theres gum in your hair, girl, cut it out!
[Verse 7: Rick Ross]
Got a pocket full of hundreds, she the only one thats missin
Got a bucket full of ice, and a watch to go with it (Ugh!)
Got a racin 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 that Hall of Fame (Ugh!)
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, aint gonna tell you all the details
What it entails is hard to say, like sellin 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 aint yours
I did things for her; aint rich, aint poor
I wanted to do more, but hell, I just aint 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 thats 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 makin up excuses
Chase the Cabooses until the track gone
I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin sad songs
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Kevin McCall]
Im on some new shit
Im chucking my deuces up to her (Deuces)
Im moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryna make it work (Deuces)
You made me wanna say bye bye
Say bye bye , say bye bye to her (Deuces)
You made me wanna say bye bye
Say bye bye, say bye bye to her