Ludacris - Move Bitch Lyrics

Ludacris - Move Bitch Video

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 motherfucker 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 run in 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

Here I come, there 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 curtiensdown

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 fucking bussiness

Tryin' to get my paper, child support soon

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

 

Chorus

 

I-20 over third 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 peels cuz we robbin' 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 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 ho

All you faggot motherfucker make way for 2-0

So...

 

Chorus

 

whistling