Move Bitch Lyrics

Chorus 2x: Ludacris Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way [Ludacris] OH NO! The fight's out I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still I've been drinkin' and bustin' two and I been thinkin' of bustin' you Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead And if your friends jump in, "Ahhh girrlll", they'll be mo' dead Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace It's not an illusion, we runnin' the streets So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA! I'm doin' a hundred on the highway So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober and you about to get ran the FUCK over [Chorus] [Mystikal over second chorus] BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move Here I come, here I go UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd? Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through Hit the stage, knock the curtains down I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do Young and successful - sex symbol now bitches want me to fuck 'em- true true Hold up wait up, shorty "Oh ah wazzzahh, gettin' my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'?" Sidelinin' my fuckin' business Tryin' to get my baby, child support soon Give me that truck and take that rental back Who bought these fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that? No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck But i'ma tell ya like this bitch You better not walk in front of my tour bus [Chorus] [I-20 over second chorus] Bring it, Deala 2-0 I'm on the right track Beef, got the right mack Hit the trunk, grab the pump punk, I'll be right back We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out Grab the pills cuz we poppin' tonight Beat the shit outta security, for stoppin' the fight I got a fifth of the remy, fuck the Belve and 'cris I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I'm workin the bitch Fuck the dress code, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz I'm from the Dec, tryin' to disrespect D.T.P. And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P. Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your body Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party So move bitch, get out the way hoe All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0 So... [Chorus] [*whistling*...]

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