Текст и слова песни Ludacris – Move bitch , get out the way
[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 fights out
Ima bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
Theres somethin wrong, we cant stay still
Ive been drankin and bustin two
And I been thankin of bustin you
Upside ya motherfuckin forehead
And if your friends jump in, "ohhh gurrlll", theyll 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!
Im doin a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
Im 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! dont jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? you hear that fuckin crowd?
Start that goddamn show, Im comin through
Hit the stage and knock the girlies down
I fuck the crowd up - thats 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 aint bitter, I dont give a fuck
But ima 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 Im on the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, Ill be right back
We buyin bars out, showin scars out
We heard theres 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
Im sellin shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
Fuck the dress codes, its street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin bows, beatin up niggaz
Im 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...
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 fights out
Ima bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
Theres somethin wrong, we cant stay still
Ive been drankin and bustin two
And I been thankin of bustin you
Upside ya motherfuckin forehead
And if your friends jump in, "ohhh gurrlll", theyll 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!
Im doin a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
Im 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! dont jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? you hear that fuckin crowd?
Start that goddamn show, Im comin through
Hit the stage and knock the girlies down
I fuck the crowd up - thats 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 aint bitter, I dont give a fuck
But ima 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 Im on the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, Ill be right back
We buyin bars out, showin scars out
We heard theres 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
Im sellin shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
Fuck the dress codes, its street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin bows, beatin up niggaz
Im 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...
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