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chris brown - deuces (drake & kanye west remix) lyrics

[intro]
k-k-k-k-k-k-mac

[verse 1: chris brown & kevin mccall]
all that bullsh-t’s for the birds, you ain’t nothing but a vulture (oh, oh, oh)
always hoping 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
woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah
chu-chuckin’ up them deuces
woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah (yeah, yeah)
told you that i’m leaving, deuces
woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah (woah, woah)
i know you’re mad, but so what? i wish you best of luck
and now i’m finna throw them deuces up

[chorus: chris brown & kevin mccall]
i’m on some new sh-t
i’m chucking my deuces up to her (deuces)
i’m 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

[verse 2: drake]
what you mean i ain’t call you? i hit you when i landed
i’m waitin’ in my hotel room
seems like we’re arguin’ more and it’s gettin’ 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 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
i’m 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 b-tches that you’ll always be my missus
and the hardest part about the f-ckin’ 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
it’s useless, all this fightin’, let’s get past it now
even when i throw them deuces, you just send it back around

[verse 3: 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-ckin’ issues, you f-ckin’ b-tch
i hate n-ggas, 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-ggas 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 (haha)
i’m stupid, but i won’t get my drama on
what i’m 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 don’t know who you talkin’ ’bout

- chris brown lyrics

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