Deuces (Remix)

[Drake]

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

[T.I]

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 it's gon be killing you

To see her in that two seater, now that's gon 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

[Kanye West]

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 muthaf-ckers, 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

Lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com

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