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Artist: Chris Brown f/ André 3000, Drake, Fabolous, Kanye West, Rick Ross, T.I.
Album:  Deuces (Remix) 12"
Song:   Deuces (Remix)
Typed by:,,

[Verse One: Drake]
What you mean I ain't call you? I'll 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'll fuck you right I will
I'll fuck you like no one has ever ever made you feel
I mean it's part of our relationships 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
Oooh!!! I'm willin to work it out however long it takes you
You feel like you missed those happy days 
Well girl that makes two of us, our timin is wrong
Your friends always tyin up every line on your phone
Yeah! But tell them bitches that you'll always be my misses
And the hardest part about the fuckin business is mindin your own
Uh! And everytime I try and break it off
We just yell until we're 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 her back around 

[Verse Two: T.I.]
Your wrist and fingers glisten, ice cold like Michigan
Hey 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 niggas then
'Gon on, got me hot, smokin like a chimney
We used to be best friends now it seems we fittin to 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
Aah Haa!!! 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 capeesh so love must be let go release
Into the wind begin again them deuces I must throw ya peace!!!

[Verse Three: Kanye West]
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 bitches, 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 gon' be hot a little while, I'ma be rich forever
Girl seduces, they come in deuces
But when I cut 'em off, they always become a nuisance
Niggaz 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 y'all talk 'bout you-know-who I don't know who you talkin 'bout

[Verse Four: Fabolous] (Chris Brown)
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 shit, you ain't gon' do shit 
Meet my two fingers, intro -- deuces (deuces)
If you knew better, you'd do better 
When I 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" <- Drake}
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, yesterday's paper
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 shut it out 
Act like it's gum in yo hair girl, cut it ouuuut...

[Verse Five: Rick Ross]
Got a pocket full of hundreds, she the only one that's missin
Got a bucket full of ice and a watch that go with it
Got a racin Lamborghini, have my homies scared to drive
Haters better put they heads down, they know that boy be fly
All the charter planes, now I'm talkin baller's lane
R-O-Z-A-Y, on the wall in that Hall of Fame
I let my denim sag, red Louie belt
How can you love me baby? First you gotta love yourself

[Verse Six: André 3000]
The farewell e-mail, from a female
But I'm a playa, I ain't gon' tell you all the details {*clears throat*}
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 shopping bags and half of it ain't yours' 
I did thangs for, 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's 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 words where --
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 making up excuses 
Chase cabooses 'til the track gone 
I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin sad songs 

[Chorus/Outro: Chris Brown]
I'm on some new shit
I'm chuckin my deuces up to her (deuces!)
I'm movin onto somethin better, better, better
No more tryin to make it work (deuces!)
Make me wanna say, bye-bye, say, bye-bye
Say, bye-bye, to her (deuces!)
Make me wanna say, bye-bye, say, bye-bye
Say, bye-bye, to her