Chris Brown — Deuces T.I. & Rick Ross Remix

[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