Ludacris - Move Bitch(feat Mystikal) şarkı sözleri

[Chorus 2x: Ludacris]

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Ludacris Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move
[Ludacris]
OH NO! The FIGHT'S OUT
I'm about to punch yo... LIGHTS OUT
Bitch Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill
There's something wrong, we can't stay still
feat I've been drankin and bustin' too
and I been thankin of bustin' you
20 Upside ya motherfuckin forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' dead
Mystikal Causin confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
Since not into lution, we run in the streets-a
Songtexte So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA!
Songtext I'm doin a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way
Lyrics I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
and you about to get ran the FUCK over
Lyric
[Chorus]

[Mystikal over second chorus]
BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out
Liedertexte BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move

Here I come, here I go
Liedertext UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin crowd?
Alle Start that goddamn show, I'm comin through
Hit the stage and knock the curtains down
Ludacris I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do
Young and successful - a sex symbol
Move The bitches want me to fuck em - true true
Hold up, wait up, shorty
Bitch "Oh aww wazzzupp? Get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin?"
feat Sidelinin my fuckin business
Tryin to get my paper, child support suin
20 Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
Mystikal No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
Songtexte But I'ma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus
Songtext
[Chorus]

[I-20 over second chorus]
Bring it, get 'em

2-0, I'm on the right track
Lyrics Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back
Lyric We buyin bars out, showin scars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
Liedertexte Grab the peels cause we robbin tonight
Beat the SHIT outta of security for stoppin the fight
Liedertext I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris
Alle I'm sellin shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
Ludacris Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
Move We on the dance floor, throwin bows, beatin up niggaz
I'm from the Dec', tryna to disrespect D.T.P.
Bitch And watch the bottles start flyin from the V.I.P.
feat Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body
20 Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bitch, get out the way HOE
Mystikal All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0
So...

[Chorus]