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Ludacris

"Move b*tch"

[Hook: Ludacris]
Move b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way
Move b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way
Move b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way
Move b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Oh no! The fight's out
I'm 'bout to punch your lights out
Get the f*ck back, guard your grill
There's something wrong, we can't stay still
I've been dranking and busting too
And I been thanking of busting you
Upside your motherf*ckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, they'll be mo' dead
Causing confusion, Disturbin' Tha Peace
It's not an illusion, we runnin' the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? No n*gga!
I'm doing 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 f*ck over

[Hook: Ludacris]
Move b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way
Move b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way
Move b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way
Move b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way

[Verse 2: Mystikal]
Here I come, here I go
Uh oh, don't jump b*tch: 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 b*tches want me to f*ck 'em — true, true
Hold up, wait up, shorty
Oh what's up, getting my di*k sucked, what are you doing?
Besides minding my f*ckin' business
Trying to get my paper, child support suing
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these f*cking TV's and jewelry b*tch, tell me that
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a f*ck
But I'ma tell you like this b*tch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus

[Hook: Ludacris]
Move b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way
Move b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way
Move b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way
Move b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way

[Verse 3: I-20]
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 buying bars out, showing scars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
Grab the pills 'cause we popping tonight
Beat the sh*t outta of security for stopping the fight
I got a fifth of the Remy, f*ck the Belve and Cris
I'm selling sh*t up in the club like I work in that b*tch
f*ck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street n*ggas
We on the dance floor, throwing bows, beating up n*ggas
I'm from the Dec', try to disrespect D.T.P.
And watch the bottles start flying from the V.I.P.
f*ck this rap sh*t, we clap b*tch, two in ya body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move b*tch, get out the way ho
All you faggot motherf*ckers make way for 2-0

[Hook: Ludacris]
Move b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way
Move b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way
Move b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way
Move b*tch, get out the way
Get out the way b*tch, get out the way

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