Deuces Remix - f/T.I. & Rick Ross - Explicit Version

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

All that bullshit's for the birds
You ain't nothing but a vulture
Always hoping for the worst
Waiting for me to fuck up
You'll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah
That 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
I told you that I'm leaving (deuces)
Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah
I know you mad, but so what?
I wish you best of luck
And now I'm finna throw them deuces up

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 trying to 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

Your wrist and fingers glisten, ice cold like Michigan
Ayy, 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 ass bitches then
Go on, got me hot, smoking like a chimney
We used to be best friends, now it seems we finna be enemies

Deep inside it's killing me
But soon it's gonna be killing you
To see her in that two-seater, now that's gonna hurt your feelings 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

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 trying to 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

Got a pocket full of hundreds, she the only one that's 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 heads 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 you love me baby? First you gotta love yourself

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 trying to 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