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Designer Disguise - Move Bitch Lyrics





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

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

Oh no, the fight's out
I'm 'bout to punch your lights out
Get the f*ck back, guard your 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 your motherf*ckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, (aw girl), they'll be mo' dead
Causing confusion, Disturbing The Peace
It's not an illusion, we runnin' the streets
So, bye-bye to all you groupies like go fish
Is there a bumper on your ass? (No, bitch)
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the f*ck outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the FUCK over

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 (bitch)

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



Here I come, here I go
Uh oh, don't jump, bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that f*ckin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
I hit the stage and knock the curtains down
I f*ck the crowd up, that's what I do
Young and successful, sex symbol
Now bitches want me to f*ck 'em, true, true
Hold up, wait up, shorty
""Oh, ah, what's up, gettin' my dick sucked, what are you doin'?""
Besides minding my f*ckin' business
Tryna get my paper, child support suing
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these f*ckin' TV's and the jewelry, bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a f*ck
But I'ma tell you like this, bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus

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
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"
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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

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

Oh no, the fight's out
I'm 'bout to punch your lights out
Get the f*ck back, guard your 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 your motherf*ckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, (aw girl), they'll be mo' dead
Causing confusion, Disturbing The Peace
It's not an illusion, we runnin' the streets
So, bye-bye to all you groupies like go fish
Is there a bumper on your ass? (No, bitch)
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the f*ck outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the FUCK over

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 (bitch)

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



Here I come, here I go
Uh oh, don't jump, bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that f*ckin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
I hit the stage and knock the curtains down
I f*ck the crowd up, that's what I do
Young and successful, sex symbol
Now bitches want me to f*ck 'em, true, true
Hold up, wait up, shorty
""Oh, ah, what's up, gettin' my dick sucked, what are you doin'?""
Besides minding my f*ckin' business
Tryna get my paper, child support suing
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these f*ckin' TV's and the jewelry, bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a f*ck
But I'ma tell you like this, bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus

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
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"
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Writer: Jonathan Smith, Bobby Sandimanie, Michael Tyler, Craig Stephen Lawson, Christopher Bridges
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.


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