What you mean I ain't call you? I hit you when I landed I'm waitin' in my hotel room Seems like we're arguin' more and it's getting less romantic Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon But I'll fuck you right, I will, I'll fuck you right, I will I'll fuck 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 arguin' and stay for real You lookin' bad, girl, for goodness sakes You with all those curves, and me without no brakes Ooh, I'm willin' to work it out however longer how it takes You feel like you missed out on those happy days Well, girl that makes two of us Our timing is wrong Your friends always tyin' up every line on your phone Yeah, but tell them bitches that you'll always be my Mrs And the hardest part about the fuckin' business is minding your own And every time I try and break it off We just yell until we're tired, then I break you off It's useless, all this fighting, let's get past it now Even when I throw them deuces, you just send 'er back around Your wrist and fingers glisten, ice cold like Michigan Ay, look at what we livin' in, here we go with this again I ju' keep on talking but I guess that you ain't listenin' Rather run around with them nothin'-ass bitches, then Go on, got me hot, smokin' like the chim-I-ney 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, no, 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 peace, I know, capisce, so love must be let go, released Into the wind, begin again, them deuces I must throw ya, peace You know what, yo? You a bitch You should have a travel agent, 'cause you a trip You should make your own toilet tissue, since you the shit But all you got is some fuckin' issues, you fuckin' bitch I hate [?], but I love your mom Give her a kiss from me, her second son Get your mind right, baby, or get your shit together You gon' be hot a little while, I'ma be rich forever Girl seducers, they come in deuces But when I cut 'em off, they always become a nuisance Niggas take my old flows, and they take my old swag He just took my old bitch, and turned it to his new bitch I'm stupid, but I won't get my drama on What I'm dealin' with is too real for me to comment on Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth So when y'all talk 'bout You Know Who, I don't know who you talkin' 'bout According to my old bitch, I be on some new shit She was on some old shit, now I got a new bitch Think I give two shits? You ain't gon' do shit Meet my two fingers, intro, deuces If you knew better, you'd do better Wanna give the middle finger, but I got two better So you gon' diss me even though you know it's wrong? Know you gon' (miss me a little when I'm gone) 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 C'mon, that's old news, yes, the day's paper Ho, you talkin'? What about? If it ain't how I kept you studded out, you might as well shut your mouth You'll never score another me, I shut it out Act like there's gum in your hair, girl, cut it out The farewell email, from a female But I'm a player, ain't gon' tell ya 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 whore, who needs to know more? The kind you can't ignore but want to open the door For, or, run in your favorite store And leave with all them shoppin' bags and half of it ain't yours I did things for her, ain't rich, ain't poor I wanted to do more, but hell, I just ain't know her Well enough to know if this was all that she came for But enough to know tonight, excited, she came four Times, to my cousin house to see if I was there Getcha minds, out the gutter, man, we out here tryna have a good Time, and here I am all heavy with the word swear Somebody that's a nerd likely fast-forward, but, shit, they asked for it It's hard to throw up the deuces, 'cause when you know it's juicy You start to sound like Confucius when makin' up excuses Chase cabooses till the track gone I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin' sad songs I'm on some new shit I'm chuckin' my deuces up to her (Deuces) I'm movin' on to somethin' better, better, better No more tryna make it work (Deuces) You make me wanna say, bye-bye Say, bye-bye Say, bye-bye, to her (Deuces) You make me wanna say, bye-bye Say, bye-bye Say, bye-bye, to her (Deuces)