Dueces

[Intro]

K-K-K-K-K-K-Mac

[Verse 1: Chris Brown & Kevin McCall]

All that bullshit's for the birds, you ain't nothing but a vulture (Oh, oh, oh)

Always hoping for the worst, waiting for me to fuck up

You'll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah

Who knows just what I need, she knows just what I mean when I tell her keep it drama free

Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah

Chu-chuckin' up them deuces

Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah (Yeah, yeah)

Told you that I'm leaving, deuces

Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah (Woah, woah)

I know you're mad, but so what? I wish you best of luck

And now I'm finna throw them deuces up

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Kevin McCall]

I'm on some new shit

I'm chucking my deuces up to her (Deuces)

I'm moving on to something better, better, better

No more tryna make it work (Deuces)

You made me wanna say bye bye

Say bye bye, say bye bye to her (Deuces)

You made me wanna say bye bye

Say bye bye, say bye bye to her

[Verse 2: T.I.]

Your wrist and fingers glisten, ice cold like Michigan

Ayy, 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 bitches then

Go on, got me hot, smokin' like a chimney

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, know 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 piece, I know, capisce

So love must be let go, released, into the wind

Again, again, and deuces I must throw ya, peace

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Kevin McCall]

I'm on some new shit

I'm chucking my deuces up to her (Deuces)

I'm moving on to something better, better, better

No more tryna make it work (Deuces)

You made me wanna say bye bye

Say bye bye, say bye bye to her (Deuces)

You made me wanna say bye bye

Say bye bye, say bye bye to her

[Verse 3: 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 with it (Ugh!)

Got a racin' 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 talkin' ballers slang

R.O.Z.A.Y. on that wall in that Hall of Fame (Ugh!)

I let my denim sag, red Louis belt

How can you love me, baby? First, you gotta love yourself

[Chorus: Chris Brown & Kevin McCall]

I'm on some new shit

I'm chucking my deuces up to her (Deuces)

I'm moving on to something better, better, better

No more tryna make it work (Deuces)

You made me wanna say bye bye

Say bye bye, say bye bye to her (Deuces)

You made me wanna say bye bye

Say bye bye, say bye bye to her