Deuces Remix

All that bullshit's for the birds
 You ain't nothin but a vulture
 Always hopin for the worst
 Waiting for me to fuck up
 You'll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah
 That knows just what I need, she knows just what I mean
 When I tell her keep it drama free
 Ohohohohohohohoh... I told you that I'm leaving (deuces)
 I know you mad but so what?
 I wish you best of luck
 And now I'm bout to throw them deuces up
 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 fucked you right, I will
 I fucked 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 arguing and stay for real
 You looking bad, 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 bitches that you'll always be my Mrs
 And the hardest part about the fucking 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 ain't listening
 Rather run around with them nothing ass bitches
 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 gonna be killing you
 To see her in that two seater, now that's gonna hurt your feelin's boo
 Ah ha, didn't you think you would be over me
 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 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 fucking issues you fucking bitch
 I hate niggas, 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'mma be rich forever
 Girl seducers, they come in Deuces
 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 turn it to his new bitch
 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 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 gonna do shit
 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 gonna diss me even though you know it's wrong
 Know you gonna (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
 Oh, you talkin', what about?
 If it ain't 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
 Got a pocket full of hundreds
 She the only one is missing
 Got a bucket full of ice
 And a watch to go with it
 Got a racing Lamborghini
 Have my homies scared to drive
 Haters better put their head down they know that boy be fly
 All the charter planes
 Now i'm talking ballers slang
 R.O.Z.A.Y on that wall in the hall of fame
 I let my denim sag
 Red Louis belt
 How can u love me baby, first you gotta love yourself!
 The farewell email from a female
 But I'm a player, ain't gonna 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 ain't your's,
 I did things for, ain't rich ain't poor
 I want it to do more but hell I just ain't 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 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 making up excuses
 Chase the Cabooses until the track gone
 I gotta find me a new locomotive stop making sad songs
 I'm on some new shit
 I'm chucking my deuces up to her
 I'm moving on to something better, better, better
 No more trying to make it work
 You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her