Deuces (Remix) [feat. Drake, T.I., Kanye West, Fabolous, Rick Ross & André 3000]

K-K-K-K-K-Mac

All that bullshit's for the birds, you ain't nothing but a vulture, oh, oh, oh

Always hoping for the worst, waiting for me to fuck 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

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Chu-chuckin' up them deuces

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa (Yeah, yeah)

Told you that I'm leaving, deuces

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa (Whoa, whoa)

I know you're mad, but so what? I wish you best of luck

And now, I'm finna throw them deuces up

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 fuck you right, I will, I 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 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 bitches that you'll always be my missus

And the hardest part about the fuckin' 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

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 ain't 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, it's gon' be killin' you

To see her in that two-seater, know 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 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 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 for me, her second son

Get your mind right, baby, or get your shit 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

**** take my old flows and they take my old swag

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

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

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, that's old news, yesterday's paper (Nice)

Oh, 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'll shut it out

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

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 (Ugh!)

Got a racin' Lamborghini, half my homies scared to drive

Haters better put their heads 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

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 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 ain't yours

I did things for her, I ain't rich, I 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

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, 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 Cabooses till the track gone

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

I'm on some new shit

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