Ludacris - Move Bitch Lyrics

(feat. I-20, Mystikal)

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 (2x)

[Ludacris]
OH NO! The FIGHT'S OUT
I'ma bout to punch yo... LIGHTS OUT
Get the F*ck 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 motherf*ckin forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Ohhh girrlll", they'll be mo dead
Causin confusion, Disturbin Tha Peaces
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 F*ck outta my way
I'M DUI HARDLY EVER CAUGHT SOBER
and you about to get ran the F*ck over

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 (2x)

[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 f*ckin crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin through
Hit the stage and knock the curtains down
I f*ck the crowd up - that's what I do
Young and successful - a sex symbol
The bitches want me to f*ck em - true true
Hold up, wait up, shorty
"Oh aww wazzzupp? Get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin?"
Sidelinin my f*ckin business
Tryin to get my paper, child support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these f*ckin T.V.'s and 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

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 (2x)


[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 pills cuz we poppin tonight
Beat the SHIT outta of security for stoppin the fight
I got a fifth of the Remy, f*ck the Belve and Cris
I'm sellin shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
F*ck 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
F*ck 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 motherf*cka's make way for 2-0
So...

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 (2x)