Move (bitch) lyrics

Artist  : Ludacris 
Song : Move (bitch)



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feat. I-20,
Mystikal
[*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'
two
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
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, there 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 girlies down
I fuck the
crowd up - that's what I do
Young and
successful - a sex symbol
The bitches want me
to fuck - true true
Hold up wait up,
shorty
"Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what
are yoouu doin'?"
Sidelinin' my fuckin'
bussiness
Tryin' to get my paper, 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 you
like this bitch
You better not walk in front
of my tour bus

[Chorus]

[I-20 over
second chorus]
Bring it, get 'em

Too
bad I'm on the right track
Beef, got the right
mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, 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 security, we
startin a 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 D.E.C., 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*]