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[feat. T.I., Drake, Kanye West, Fabolous & André 3000] [Drake:] What you mean I ain't call you? I hit you when I landed I'm waiting in my hotel room Seems like we are arguing more and it's getting less romantic Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon But I fucked you right I will I fucked you right I will I'll fuck you like no-one has ever ever made you feel I mean it's part of our relationships, amazing still I might just put up with the arguing and stay for real You looking mad, girl for goodness sakes You with all those curves and me without no breaks Ooh, I'm willing to work it out however long it takes you You feel like you miss those happy days well girl that makes two of us Our timing is wrong Your friends always tying up every line on your phone Yeah but tell them bitches that you'll always be my missus And the hardest part about the fucking business is minding your own Uhh, and everytime I try and break it off We just yell until we 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 it back around Letras de canciones[T.I:] Your wrist and fingers glisten Ice cold like Michigan Eh 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 enemy's Deep inside it's killing me But soon it's gon be killing you To see her in that two seater, now that's gon hurt your feelin's 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 [Kanye West:] 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 fucking issues you fucking bitch I hate niggas, but I love your mom Give her a kiss for me, her second son Get your mind right baby or get your shit together You gon be hot a little while I'm a be rich forever Girl seduce us, they come in Deuces 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 turn it to his new bitch Hehe. I'm stupid But I won't get my drama on What I'm dealing with is too real for me to comment on Jay finally got it through my head not to run my mouth So when you talk bout "you know who" I don't know who you talkin' bout [Fabolous:] 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 get the middle finger but I got two better [Chorus: Chris Brown] So you gon diss me even though you know it's wrong Know you gon (miss me a little when I'm gone) [Fabolous:] 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 Come on that's old news Yesterday's paper Oh, you talkin', what about? If it ain't how I kept you studded out You might as well shut ya mouth You'll never score another me, I'll shut it out Act like there's gum in your hair girl, cut it out [Andre 3000:] The farewell email from a female But I'm a playa, ain't gon tell you 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 favourite store and leave with all them shopping bags and half of it ain't your's I did things for, ain't rich ain't poor I want it to do more but hell I just ain't know her Well enough to know if this is all she came for But enough to know tonight excited she came four Times to my cousins house to see if I was there Get ya minds out the gutter man We out here tryna have a good time And here I am, all heavy with the words where Somebody that's a nerd, likely fast forward But shit they asked for it It's hard to throw up them deuces cause when you know it's juicy You start to sound like Confucius when making up excuses Chase the Cabooses until the track gone I gotta find me a new locomotive stop making sad songs [Chorus: Chris Brown] 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 tryin to make it work You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her [x2] From Letras Mania