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Letra de Move bitch
[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 bustin´ two
and I been thankin´ of bustin´ you
Upside ya motherfuckin´ 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 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
[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 - true true
Hold up wait up, shorty
"Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin´?"
Sidelinin´ my fuckin´ bussiness
Tryin´ to get my baby child support soon
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
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 shit outta security for stoppin´ tha 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 D.E.C., tryin´ 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...
[Chorus]
[whistling]
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