Move Bitch (feat. Ludacris, Mystikal & I-20)

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

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

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 thinkin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, (Oh girl), they'll be mo' dead

Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
It's not an illusion', we runnin' the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers
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

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

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

Here I come, here I go
Uh-oh! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fucking crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage and knock the curtians 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 wazup, get my dick sucked, what are you doin'?
Beside mindin' my fuckin' bussiness
Tryin' to get my paper, child support suin'
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fucking T.V.'s and jewelry bitches, 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

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

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

2-0, 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 pills 'cause we poppin' tonight
Beat the shit outta security, for stoppin' 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 niggas
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggas
I'm from the Dec', try 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

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



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Tyler, Jon Smith, Craig Stephen Lawson, Bobbie Sandimanie
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