Chris Brown – Deuces Remix Lyrics Feat. Drake, Kanye West, T.I., Fabolous.
Posted By: ♫♪ Milton G. ♫♪ =)
Lyrics: drake deuces remix
What you mean I ain’t call you? I hit you when I landed I’m waiting in my hotel room seems like we are arguing more and it’s getting less romantic yeah, I think she’ll be able to tell soon but I f-cked you right I will I f-cked you right I will I’ll f-ck you like no-one has ever ever made you feel I mean it’s part of our relationships, amazing still I might just put up with the arguing and stay for real you looking mad, girl for goodness sakes you with all those curves and me without no breaks 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 uhh, and everytime I try and break it off we just yell until we tired then I break you off it’s useless all this fighting lets 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 eh look at what we living in here we go with this again I just keep on talking but I guess that you aint listening rather run around with them nothing ass b-tches then, go on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney we used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemy’s deep inside it’s killing me but soon its gon be killing you to see her in that two seater, now thats gon hurt your feelin’s boo ah ha, didn’t you think you would be over me Hotnewsonglyrics 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-tch! you should have a travel agent cuz 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 (?), 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 gon be hot a little while I’mma be rich forever (Amber Rose diss?) girl seducers, they come in Deuces 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 turn it to his new b-tch hehe. 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 talkin’ bout According to my old b-tch I be on some new sh-t she was on some old sh-t, now I got a new b-tch think I give two sh-ts you aint gon 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 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 come on thats old news yesterday’s paper oh, you talkin’, what about? if it aint 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 The farewell email from a female but I’m a playa, aint gon 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 favourite store and leave with all them shopping bags and half of it aint your’s, I did things for, aint rich aint poor I want it 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 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 thats 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 Im on some new shit Im chuckin my deuces up to her Im moving on to something better, better, better No more tryin to make it work You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2] |
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