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lirik lagu move bitch – lil’ jon

lil’ jon & the east side boyz
miscellaneous
move b-tch”(feat. chyna whyte, three 6 mafia, youngbloodz
here we come – here we come hoe – here we come
here we come hoe – here we come – here we come hoe – here we come
here we come hoe – here we come – here we come hoe – here we come
here we come hoe – here we come – here we come hoe – here we come

[hook – 2x’s]
move b-tch, get out the way hoe
f-ck that sh-t, get out the way hoe
move b-tch, get out the way hoe
f-ck that sh-t, get out the way hoe

[lord infamous]
n-gg- three six mafia burn inside the southern territorial
leavin’ a memorial page in editorial
when? watch yo back go front? scarecrow
leave ’em stiff and froze my foes and hit ’em like rose in china snow
wanna see the costs of the bosses comin’ to toss it
ain’t no losses, ain’t no crosses, leave you dead in a closet
family recked from yo death-death, from yo early death
packin’ some in jars, sendin’ two off for the chef
cause i melt them with medicine
i’m perscription called death when?

[j-bo]
oh there she go, old triflin’ b-tch
straight take a hoe n-gg-, always out to lick
and when sh-t is gettin’ thick
out the door she split
she straight slick
but i’m slicker than that b-tch gon’ get
so now move b-tch, get out the way hoe and lay low
so say hoe, you just another stank hoe
trickin’ on the dance flo’
lookin’ kinda sl-tty though
i’m all about my money hoe when i b-mp on yo stereo
and everywhere i go, it’s the same old sh-t
jumpin’ drawz just like a broad, so b-tch f-ck this now

[hook]

[sean paul]
they know me from my lac’s and my creases, i’m sean paul (sean paul)
slap the f-ck out of each and all y’all (all y’all)
i done seen n-gg-z fall, i done seen n-gg-z ball
i done seen big girls shake with lil’ bitty drawz (bitty drawz)
and uh, the other day this b-tch got smacked in the jaw (in the jaw)
i done seen a whole lot, n-gg-z ain’t seen what i saw (yeah)
i’m in it too deep, i could never come flaw (come flaw)
if ya talkin’ bout that pistol my n-gg- you better draw
okay, always sayin’ sh-t that i mean
pelle pelle, a-town n-gg- gotta come clean

[gangsta boo]
what’s up motherf-cka what’s up
time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up
all these sissy -ss hoes talkin’ sh-t about this lady
why you tryin’ to doubt me baby
i’m the sh-t, you can’t fade me
now look what done happened, we done hooked up with eastside boyz
bringin’ noise
makin’ moves like the f-ckin’ u-haul boys
gangsta boo be groovin’ always choosin’, what’s up with you n-gg-
gangsta boo be makin’ nothin’ but hits increase to bigger figures
n-gg- don’t play with the m-th-f-ckin’ don’t play lady
on the way, god d-mn what you b-tches say
n-gg-

[hook]

[lil’ jon]
ah, ah, ahhhh-ha-ha-ha
we comin’ through like the rock b-tch
knock you out yo motherf-ckin’ socks b-tch
droppin’ bows like nothin’ wrong b-tch
b-tch i’ll break yo motherf-ckin’ nose b-tch
didn’t we tell yo -ss to move b-tch
now yo head busted? two f-ckin’ bricks
so get yo fire and dip hoe
cause a n-gg- gone off that quevo
why you still runnin’ yo mouth b-tch
you must’ve not known who you f-ckin’ with
we’ll leave you dead in a f-ckin’ ditch
cause we runnin’ with the three triple six
and them guns for them young hoes
we’ll leave ya firm like a d-ld-
all my n-gg-z doin’ fed time
we’ll leave yo belly filled with that iron

[hook 2x’s]

[juicy j]
i’m lookin’ for them big b-tts
nothin but them quick sl-ts
something kinda freaky like skinny hoe givin’ up
maybe a n-gg-‘ll take the camp
probably let her ride my lap
made playaz from the memphis tenn, b-tch i’m on the map
i’m the kinda n-gg- bro’ push a 450 hoe
down the strip, hennessy i sip on the low-low
hit me on my? h-rn
can record, make a p-rn movie
don’t be choosy with this n-gg- juicy
ready to?

[chyna whyte]
what y’all know to be part of this
you gotta be on some heartless sh-t
and whether it’s legal or dirty, i’ma ball regardless trick
and i don’t give a f-ck if you the tallest or the smallest b-tch
don’t none of you hoes know about this order sh-t
chyna whyte i live that street life
and i ain’t gon’ be happy till i got my momma eatin’ right
still the one to grip that motherf-ckin’ heater tight
and i’m still tryin’ to find a motherf-ckin’ key to life
ya heard me

[hook 2x’s]

[dj paul]
i might not be the freshest n-gg- up in the club
but shoulda seen when i walked in the hoes said “what the f-ck”
they saw me vip in the vip y’all
with these rollies and the? they be wonderin’ “who are y’all”
we be steppin’ no less than 30 deep and thinkin’ we some stars
my enterage spendin’ no less than 80 g’s on they cars
if i took you to my crib you probably wouldn’t believe or think i’m liein’
check my soundscan hoe, if i’m liein’ or dyin’

- lil jon

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