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letra de deuces (complete) (remix) - chris brown

[verse 1: chris brown]
all that bullsh-t’s for the birds
you ain’t nothing but a vulture
always hopin’ for the worst
waiting for me to f-ck 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
chu-chuckin’ up them deuces
told you that i’m leaving
deuces, woah
i know you’re mad, but so what?
i wish you best of luck
and now i’m finna throw them
deuces up
them b-tches think
they hilarious, we
on the f.a.m.e
for the ladies phone numbers

[hook: chris brown]
i’m on some new sh-t
i’m chuckin’ my deuces up to her
i’m moving on to something better, better, better
no more tryna 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
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
[verse 2: t.i.]
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 -ss b-tches 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

[verse 3: tyga]
uh, used to be valentines
together all the time
thought it was true love
but you know women lie
it’s like i sent my love with a text
two times
call cause i care
but i ain’t get no reply
tryna see eye to eye
but it’s like we both blind
f-ck it
let’s h-t the club
i rarely sip but
pour me some
cause when it’s all said and
done
i ain’t gon’
be the one that she can
always run to
i hate liars
f-ck love, i’m tired of tryin’
my heart big
but it beat quiet
i don’t never feel like we vibin’
cause every time we alone
it’s a awkward silence
so leave your keys on the
kitchen counter
and give me back that ruby ring
with the big diamond
sh-t, it’s over
what you tripping for?
i don’t wanna have to let you go
but baby, i think its better
if i let you know

[verse 4: drake]
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-ck you right, i will, i f-ck you right, i will
i’ll f-ck 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-tches
that you’ll always be my missus
and the hardest part about
the f-cking 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

[interlude: chris brown + drake]
so you gonna diss me
even though you know it’s wrong
know you gonna miss me a little when i’m gone

[verse 5: kevin mccall]
look, my shawty always on some bullsh-t like chicago
so i flip that middle finger and the index finger follow
deuces, we ain’t got no future in tomorrow
i’m a d-ck, so it shouldn’t be that hard to swallow
the other chick i’m with never complaining
she make me wanna leave the one i’m with, usher raymond
probably didn’t register, don’t trip, later on it will
shorty full of drama, like gangsta gri-zills
i finally noticed it, it finally hit me
like tina did ike in the limo, it finally hit me
i got a new chick, and she ain’t you
she paula patton thick. she give me déjà vu
and all that att-tude, i don’t care about it
but all that sh-t i do for her, you gon’ hear about it
breezy rep two up, two down
but i’m just puttin’ two up
chuckin’ up the deuce now

[verse 6: rick ross]
what is this? (maybach music)
i like this maybach music
sweet!
ha-ha-ha!
come and take a ride
blood for a d-boy
hand my mack 11 to
the engineer to record
got the baddest women in
the world for me to feed on
double deck yacht
docked boss, blowing weed up
revenue incredible
it put me on a pedestal
columbia to mexico
i figure there was a better rule
look at me, a model now
models and bottles ’round
a blood holla’, ballin’
but the boys in blue
shot ’em down
got a pocket full of hundreds
she the only one that’s missin’
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 boii be fly
all the charter planes, now i’m talkin’ ballers slang
r.o.z.a.y. on that wall in the hall of fame
(maybach music!)

[interlude: chris brown]
so you gonna diss me
even though you know it’s wrong
know you gonna miss me a little when i’m gone
so you gonna diss me
even though you know it’s wrong
know you gonna miss me a little when i’m gone

[verse 7: fabolous]
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 ain’t gonna do ish
meet my two fingers, intro-deuces
if you knew better you’d do better
wanna get the middle finger, but i got two better
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 your mouth
you’ll never score another me, i’ll shut it out
act like there’s gum in your hair, girl: cut it out!

[verse 8: andre 3000]
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 seash-lls
by the seash-r-, but she’s not a bore
but neither a wh-r- 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 her; ain’t rich, ain’t poor
i wanted to do more, but h-ll, 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 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 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

[verse 9: kanye west]
you know what, yo? you a b-tch
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-cking issues, you f-cking b-tch!
i hate n-gg-s, 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’ma be rich forever
girl seducers, they come in deuces
but when i cut ’em off they always become a nuisance
n-gg-s take my old flows and they take my old swag
he just took my old b-tch and turned it to his new b-tch
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

- chris brown

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