LUDACRIS - Move Bitch lyrics
rate me(feat. i-20, mystikal)<br><br>[whistling]<br><br>[chorus 2x: ludacris]<br><br>Move bitch, get out the way<br>Get out the way bitch, get out the way<br>Move bitch, get out the way<br>Get out the way bitch, get out the way<br><br>[ludacris]<br>Oh no! the fight's out<br>I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out<br>Get the fuck back, guard ya grill<br>There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still<br>I've been drankin' and bustin' two<br>And I been thankin' of bustin' you<br>Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead<br>And if your friends jump in, ohhh gurrlll, they'll be mo' dead<br>Causin' confusion, disturbin tha peace<br>Since not into lution', we run in the streets<br>So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers<br>Is there a bumper on your ass? no nigga!<br>I'm doin' a hundred on the highway<br>So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way<br>I'm d.u.i., hardly ever caught sober<br>And you about to get ran the fuck over<br><br>[chorus]<br><br>[mystikal over second chorus]<br>Bitch! watch out, watch out, watch out<br>Bitch! watch out, watch out, watch out, move<br><br>Here I come, there I go<br>Uh oh! don't jump bitch, move<br>You see them headlights? you hear that fuckin' crowd? <br>Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through<br>Hit the stage and knock the girlies down<br>I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do<br>Young and successful - a sex symbol<br>The bitches want me to fuck - true true<br>Hold up wait up, shorty<br>Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'? <br>Sidelinin' my fuckin' bussiness<br>Tryin' to get my paper, child support soon<br>Give me that truck and take that rental back<br>Who bought these fuckin' t.v.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that? <br>No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck<br>But i'ma tell you like this bitch<br>You better not walk in front of my tour bus<br><br>[chorus]<br><br>[i-20 over second chorus]<br>Bring it, get 'em<br><br>Too bad I'm on the right track<br>Beef, got the right mack<br>Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I'll be right back<br>We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out<br>We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out<br>Grab the peels cuz we robbin' tonight<br>Beat the shit outta security, we startin a fight<br>I got a fifth of the remy, fuck the belve and 'cris<br>I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch<br>Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz<br>We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz<br>I'm from the d.e.c., tryin' to disrespect d.t.p.<br>And watch the bottles start flyin' from the v.i.p.<br>Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your body<br>Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party<br>So move bitch, get out the way hoe<br>All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0<br>So...<br><br>[chorus]<br><br>[whistling]
