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conversations.value: Write me a song called Deuces (Remix) with the following description: On the official remix to his June 2010 hit track, “Deuces,” Chris Brown enlists the help of Rick Ross, Drake, T.I., Kanye West, Fabolous and André 3000. The artists team up to put their own spin on the classic track, as the featured artists add seven new verses. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  K-K-K-K-K-K-Mac
  [Verse 1: Chris Brown, 
  Chris Brown & Kevin McCall
  ]
  All that bullshit's for the birds
  You ain't nothin' but a vulture-ure-ure-ure
  Always hoping for the worst
  Waitin' for me to fuck up
  You'll regret the day when I find 
  another girl, yeah
  That know just what I need, she know just what I mean
  When I tell her, "Keep it drama free"
  Woah-woah
  (Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah)
  Chu-Chuckin' up them 
  deuces
  (Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah)
  Yeah, yeah, told you that I'm leaving, 
  deuces
  (Oh-woah-woah-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
  [Verse 2: Drake]
  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 timin' 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 [Verse 3: T.I.]
  Your wrist and fingers glisten, ice cold like Michigan
  Ayy, look at what we livin' in, here we go with this again
  I just keep on talkin', but I guess that you ain't listenin'
  Rather run around with them nothin'-ass bitches then
  Go on, got me hot, smokin' like a chimney
  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, know 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 piece, I know, capisce
  So love must be let go, released
  Into the wind again, again
  And deuces I must throw ya, peace
  [Verse 4: 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 fuckin' issues, you fuckin' 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'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 (Haha)
  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 you talk 'bout, “You know who”
  I don't know who you talkin' 'bout [Verse 5: Fabolous, 
  Chris Brown & Fabolous
  , 
  Drake
  ]
  Accordin' to my old bish, I be on some new ish
  She was on some old ish, now I got a new bish
  Think I give two ish? You ain't gonna do ish
  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
  Come on, that's old news, yesterday's paper (Nice)
  Oh, 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'll shut it out
  Act like there's gum in your hair, girl, cut it out
  [Verse 6: Rick Ross]
  Got a pocket full of hunnids, she the only one that's missin'
  Got a bucket full of ice, and a watch to go with it (Ugh!)
  Got a racin' Lamborghini half my homies scared to drive
  Haters better put their heads down, they know that boy be fly
  All the charter planes, now I'm talkin' ballers slang
  R-O-Z-A-Y on the wall in that Hall of Fame (
  Maybach Music
  , Ugh!)
  I let my denim sag, red Louis belt
  How can you love me, baby? First, you gotta love yourself [Verse 7: André 3000]
  The farewell email (Yeah) from a female (Yeah)
  But I'm a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details (Ahem)
  What it entails is hard to say like sellin' 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 is 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
  Get your 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 the deuces
  'Cause when you know it's juicy
  You start to sound like Confucius when makin' up excuses
  Chase Cabooses 'til the track gone
  I gotta find me a new locomotive, stop makin' sad songs
  [Chorus: Chris Brown, 
  Kevin McCall
  ]
  I'm on some new shit
  I'm chuckin' my deuces up to her (
  Deuces
  )
  I'm moving on to something better, better, better
  No more tryna 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