Listen to Deuces (feat. Tyga & Kevin McCall) by Chris Brown

Deuces (feat. Tyga & Kevin McCall)

Chris Brown

R&B/Soul

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
Kevin McCall
Kevin McCall
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Kevin McCall
Kevin McCall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Mixing Engineer
Dustin Faltz
Dustin Faltz
Assistant Engineer
K-Mac
K-Mac
Producer
Michael Congdon
Michael Congdon
Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

All that bullshit's for the birds You ain't nothing but a vulture Always hopin' 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 Chuckin up them (deuces) I told you that I'm leaving (deuces) I know you're 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 chuckin' 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 You made me wanna Say bye bye Say bye bye Say bye bye to her Uh, used to be valentines Together all the time Thought it was true love But you know women lie Its like I sent my love with a text two times Call cause I care, but I ain't get no reply Tryna see eye to eye, but it's like we're both blind Fuck it, let's hit the club I rarely sip but pour me some Cause when it's all said and done I ain't gon' be the one that she can always run to I hate liars, fuck love, I'm tired of tryin' My heart big, but it beat quiet I don't never feel like we vibin' Cause every time we alone, it's a awkward silence So leave your keys on the kitchen counter And give me back that ruby ring with the big diamond Shit, it's over, whatchu trippin' for? I don't wanna have to let you go But baby, I think its better if I let you know I'm on some new shit I'm chuckin' 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 You made me wanna Say bye bye Say bye bye Say bye bye to her Look, my shorty always on some bullshit like Chicago So I flip that middle finger and the index finger follow Deuces, we ain't got no future in tomorrow I'm a dick, so it shouldn't be that hard to swallow The other chick I'm with never complain She make me wanna leave the one I'm with, Usher Raymond Probably didn't register, don't trip, later on it will Shorty full of drama, like Gangsta Gri-zills I finally noticed it, it finally hit me Like Tina did Ike in the limo, it finally hit me I got a new chick, and she ain't you She Paula Patton thick She give me déjà vu And all that attitude, I don't care about it But all that shit I do for her, you gon' hear about it Breezy rep two up, two down But I'm just puttin' two up, chuckin' up the deuce now I'm on some new shit I'm chuckin' 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 You made me wanna Say bye bye Say bye bye Say bye bye to her
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Michael Stevenson, Chris Brown, Kevin L. Mccall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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