Move Bitch Lyrics

Move Bitch lyrics

[*whistling*]



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 drankin and bustin' too

and I been thankin of bustin' you

Upside ya motherfuckin forehead

And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo dead

Causin confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace

Since not into lution, we run in the streets-a

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 and knock the curtains down

I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do

Young and successful - a sex symbol

The bitches want me to fuck em - true true

Hold up, wait up, shorty

"Oh aww wazzzupp? Get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin?"

Sidelinin my fuckin business

Tryin to get my paper, child support suin

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 you like this bitch

You better not walk in front of my tour bus



[Chorus]



[I-20 over second chorus]

Bring it, get 'em



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 peels cuz we robbin tonight

Beat the SHIT outta of security for stompin the fight

I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris

I'm sellin shit up in the club like I work in the bitch

Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz

We on the dance floor, throwin bows, beatin up niggaz

I'm from the DEC, tryna to disrespect DTP

And watch the bottles start flyin from the VIP

Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya 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*]