Deuces (remix) (feat. Drake, T.I., Kanye West, Fabolous & Andre 3000)

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 getting less romantic

Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon

But I'll fuck you right, I will, I'll fuck you right, I will

I'll fuck 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 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 longer how it takes

You feel like you missed out on 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 you'll always be my Mrs

And the hardest part about the fuckin' business is minding your own

And every time I try and break it off

We just yell until we're 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 'er back around

Your wrist and fingers glisten, ice cold like Michigan

Ay, look at what we livin' in, here we go with this again

I ju' keep on talking but I guess that you ain't listenin'

Rather run around with them nothin'-ass bitches, then

Go on, got me hot, smokin' like the chim-I-ney

We used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemies

Deep inside, it's killin' me, but soon it's gon' be killin' you

To see her in that two-seater, no, that's 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 peace, I know, capisce, so love must be let go, released

Into the wind, begin again, them deuces I must throw ya, peace

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 fuckin' issues, you fuckin' bitch

I hate [?], but I love your mom

Give her a kiss from me, her second son

Get your mind right, baby, or get your shit together

You gon' 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

Niggas take my old flows, and they take my old swag

He just took my old bitch, and turned it to his new bitch

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 y'all talk 'bout You Know Who, I don't know who you talkin' 'bout

According to my old bitch, I be on some new shit

She was on some old shit, now I got a new bitch

Think I give two shits? You ain't gon' do shit

Meet my two fingers, intro, deuces

If you knew better, you'd do better

Wanna give the middle finger, but I got two better

So you gon' diss me even though you know it's wrong?

Know you gon' (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

C'mon, that's old news, yes, the day's paper

Ho, you talkin'? 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 shut it out

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

The farewell email, from a female

But I'm a player, ain't gon' tell ya 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 shoppin' 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 hell, I just ain't know her

Well enough to know if this was all that she came for

But enough to know tonight, excited, she came four

Times, to my cousin house to see if I was there

Getcha minds, out the gutter, man, we out here tryna have a good

Time, and here I am all heavy with the word swear

Somebody that's a nerd likely fast-forward, but, shit, they asked for it

It's hard to throw up the deuces, 'cause when you know it's juicy

You start to sound like Confucius when makin' up excuses

Chase cabooses till the track gone

I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin' sad songs

I'm on some new shit

I'm chuckin' my deuces up to her (Deuces)

I'm movin' on to somethin' better, better, better

No more tryna make it work (Deuces)

You make me wanna say, bye-bye

Say, bye-bye

Say, bye-bye, to her (Deuces)

You make me wanna say, bye-bye

Say, bye-bye

Say, bye-bye, to her (Deuces)