Текст песни Ludacris - Move Bitch (feat. Mystikal And I-20)

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[*whistling*] 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 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 buzzin` too and I been thankin of bustin` you Upside ya motherfuckin forehead And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh girrlll", they`ll be mo dead Causin confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace Its not an illusion, we runnin the streets-a So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers 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 DUI 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, here I go UH OH! Don`t jump bitch, move You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin crowd? Start that goddamn show, I`m comin through Hit the stage and knock the curtains down I fuck the crowd up - that`s what I do Young and successful - a sex symbol The bitches want me to fuck em - true true Hold up, wait up, shorty "Oh aww wazzzupp? Get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin?" Sidelinin my fuckin business Tryin to get my paper, child support suin Give me that truck and take that rental back Who bought these fuckin T.V.`s and jewelry bitch, 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 [Chorus] [I-20 over second chorus] Bring it, get `em 2-0, I`m on the right track Beef, got the right mack Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk 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 SHIT outta of security for stompin 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 niggaz We on the dance floor, throwin bows, beatin up niggaz I`m from the DEC, tryna to disrespect DTP And watch the bottles start flyin from the VIP Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya 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... [Chorus] [*whistling*]

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