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(Drake)
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
(T.I.)
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
(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 motherfucker, 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
(Fabolous)
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
(Chris Brown)
So you gon' diss me even though you know it's wrong?
Know you gon' (miss me a little when I'm gone)
(Fabolous)
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
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
(Rick Ross)
Got a pocket full of hundreds, she the only one that's missin'
Got a bucket full of ice and a watch to go wit' it
Got a racing Lamborghini if my homies scared to drive
Haters better put they heads down, they know that boy be fly
All the chartered planes, now I'm talkin' baller slang
R-o-z-a-y on the wall in that Hall of Fame (Maybach music)
I let my denim sag, red Louis belt
How can you love me, baby? First you gotta love yourself
(Andre 3000)
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 'til the track gone
I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin' sad songs
(Chris Brown)
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)
(Drake)
¿Qué quieres decir con que no te llaman? Te golpeo cuando aterricé
Estoy esperando en mi habitación de hotel
Parece como si estuviéramos Arguin 'más y es cada vez menos romántico
Sí, creo que va a ser capaz de decir pronto
Pero te voy a joder bien, voy a, voy a joder bien, lo haré
Te voy a follar como nadie ha hecho nunca te sientes
Quiero decir, esta parte de nuestra relación increíble todavía
Yo podría poner con el 'Arguin y permanecer en serio
Usted lookin 'mala, chica, para bien de la bondad
Tú con todas esas curvas, y yo sin ningún freno
Ooh, estoy deseosa de resolverlo sin embargo ya la forma en que se
Te sientes como que te perdiste en aquellos días felices
Bueno, chica que somos dos
Nuestro tiempo es malo
Sus amigos siempre Tyin 'up cada línea en el teléfono
Sí, pero les digo puta que siempre serás mi señora
Y la parte más difícil de la maldita negocio está ocupándose de sus propios
Y cada vez que lo intento y lo rompiera off
Acabamos de gritar hasta que estemos cansados, entonces te rompen
Es inútil, toda esta lucha, vamos a pasar ahora
Incluso cuando los echan deuces, que acaba de enviar 'back er alrededor
(TI)
Su wri
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Chris Brown
Deuces (remix) (feat. Drake, T.i., Kanye West, Rick Ross, Fa
Deuces (remix) (feat. Drake, T.i., Kanye West, Rick Ross, Fa
(Drake)
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
(T.I.)
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
(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 motherfucker, 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
(Fabolous)
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
(Chris Brown)
So you gon' diss me even though you know it's wrong?
Know you gon' (miss me a little when I'm gone)
(Fabolous)
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
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
(Rick Ross)
Got a pocket full of hundreds, she the only one that's missin'
Got a bucket full of ice and a watch to go wit' it
Got a racing Lamborghini if my homies scared to drive
Haters better put they heads down, they know that boy be fly
All the chartered planes, now I'm talkin' baller slang
R-o-z-a-y on the wall in that Hall of Fame (Maybach music)
I let my denim sag, red Louis belt
How can you love me, baby? First you gotta love yourself
(Andre 3000)
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 'til the track gone
I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin' sad songs
(Chris Brown)
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)
Chris Brown
Deuces (remix) (feat. Drake, Ti, Kanye West, Rick Ross, Fa
Deuces (remix) (feat. Drake, Ti, Kanye West, Rick Ross, Fa
(Drake)
¿Qué quieres decir con que no te llaman? Te golpeo cuando aterricé
Estoy esperando en mi habitación de hotel
Parece como si estuviéramos Arguin 'más y es cada vez menos romántico
Sí, creo que va a ser capaz de decir pronto
Pero te voy a joder bien, voy a, voy a joder bien, lo haré
Te voy a follar como nadie ha hecho nunca te sientes
Quiero decir, esta parte de nuestra relación increíble todavía
Yo podría poner con el 'Arguin y permanecer en serio
Usted lookin 'mala, chica, para bien de la bondad
Tú con todas esas curvas, y yo sin ningún freno
Ooh, estoy deseosa de resolverlo sin embargo ya la forma en que se
Te sientes como que te perdiste en aquellos días felices
Bueno, chica que somos dos
Nuestro tiempo es malo
Sus amigos siempre Tyin 'up cada línea en el teléfono
Sí, pero les digo puta que siempre serás mi señora
Y la parte más difícil de la maldita negocio está ocupándose de sus propios
Y cada vez que lo intento y lo rompiera off
Acabamos de gritar hasta que estemos cansados, entonces te rompen
Es inútil, toda esta lucha, vamos a pasar ahora
Incluso cuando los echan deuces, que acaba de enviar 'back er alrededor
(TI)
Su wri
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
