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lirik lagu move bitch – ludacris

(feat. i-20, mystikal)


[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

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
it’s not an illusion, we runnin the streets
so bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
is there a b*mper on your *ss? no n*gg*!
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


[mystikal over second chorus]
b*tch! watch out, watch out, watch out
b*tch! watch out, watch out, watch out, move

here i come, here i go
uh oh! don’t jump b*tch, move
you see them headlights? you hear that f*ckin’ crowd?
start that godd*mn show, i’m comin’ through
hit the stage and knock the curtains down
i f*ck the crowd up – that’s what i do
young and successful – a s*x symbol
the b*tches want me to f*ck – true true
hold up wait up, shorty
“oh wazzzupp, get my d*ck sucked, what are yoouu doin’?”
sidelinin’ my f*ckin’ bussiness
tryin’ to get my baby child support soon
give me that truck and take that rental back
who bought these f*ckin’ 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


[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 pills cuz we poppin tonight,
beat the sh*t outta security for stoppin’ tha 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*gg*z
we on the dance floor, throwin’ bows, beatin’ up n*gg*z
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 f*ggot motherf*ckers make way for 2-0



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