Move Bitch - Ludacris feat I-20, Mystikal
[whistling]
[Chorus 2x: Ludacris]
Move b_tch, get out the way
Get out the way b_tch, get out the way
Move b_tch, get out the way
Get out the way b_tch, get out the way
[Ludacris]
Oh no! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
Get the f_ck 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 motherf_ckin' 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 bumber on your ass? No n_gga!
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the f_ck outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the f_ck over
[Chorus]
[Mystikal over second chorus]
b_tch watch out, watch out, watch
b_tch watch out, watch out, watch out, move
Here I come, there I go
UH OH! Don't jump b_tch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that f_cking crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage and knock the girlies down
I'm gonna eat the crowd up - that's what I do
Young and successful - a sex symbol
The b_tches want me to f_ck - true true
Hold up wait up, shorty
"Oh wazzzupp, get my d_ck s_cked, what are yoouu doin'?"
Sidelinin' my paper route' bussiness
Tryin' to get my paper, child support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these b_tchn' T.V.'s and jewelry b_tch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a f_ck
But i'ma tell you like this b_tch
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 sh_t outta security, we startin a fight
I got a fifth of the remy, f_ck the Belve and 'cris
I'm sellin' sh_t up in the club like I work in the b_tch
F_ck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street n_ggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up n_ggaz
I'm from the D.E.C., tryin' to disrespect D.T.P.
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.
F_ck this rap sh_t, we clap b_tch, two in your body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move b_tch, get out the way hoe
All you faggot motherf_ckers make way for 2-0
So...
[Chorus]
[whistling]
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