K-K-K-K-K-K-Mac 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 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 gettin' less romantic Yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon But I'll fuck you right, I will, I 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 amazin' 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 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 tyin' up every line on your phone Yeah, but tell them bitches that you'll always be my missus And the hardest part about the fuckin' business Is mindin' your own, uh, and every time I try and break it off We just yell until we tired, then I break you off It's useless, all this fightin', let's get past it now Even when I throw them deuces, you just send it back around

Chris brown deuces radio version