T.I. - Dueces (remix) lyrics

[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**ed you right, I will I f**ed you right I will I'll f** 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 b**hes that you'll always be my Mrs And the hardest part about the f**ing 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 ain't listening Rather run around with them nothing a** b**hes 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 k**ing me But soon its gonna be k**ing 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 [Kanye West:] You know what, yo? You a b**h! You should have a travel agent cause you a trip You should make your own toilet tissue since you the sh** But all you got is some f**ing issues you f**ing b**h I hate n***as, but I love your mom Give her a kiss for me, her second son Get your mind right baby or get your sh** 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 n***as take my old flows and they take my old swag He just took my old b**h and turn it to his new b**h 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 [Fabolous:] According to my old b**h I be on some new sh** She was on some old sh**, now I got a new b**h Think I give two sh**s You ain't gonna do sh** Meet my two fingers, intro...deuces If you knew better you'd do better Wanna get the middle finger but I got two better [Chris Brown - Chorus:] So you gonna diss me even though you know it's wrong Know you gonna (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 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 [Rick Ross:] 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 ! [Andre 3000:] 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 who*e 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 sh** 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 [Chris Brown - Chorus:] I'm on some new sh** 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 [x2]