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Move Bitch (Feat. Mystikal & I-20)

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 wayMove 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 wayOh 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 motherfuckin' forehead

And if your friends jump in, "Oh girl", they'll be mo' dead

Causin' confusion, Disturbing The Peace

It's not an illusion, we running the streets

So bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers

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 overMove 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 wayMove 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 wayHere I come, here I go

Uh oh! Don't jump bitch, move

You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd?

Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through

Hit the stage and knock the curtains down

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 whats up, get my dick sucked, what are you doin'?"

Side linin' my fuckin' business

Tryin' to get my baby child support soon

Give me that truck and take that rental back

Who bought these fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, 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 busMove 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 wayMove 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 wayToo 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 pills cause we popping tonight,

Beat the shit outta security for stoppin' tha 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 niggas

We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggas

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 hoe

All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0

SoMove 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 wayMove 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

Songwriters

JONATHAN SMITH, BOBBY SANDIMANIE, MICHAEL TYLER, CRAIG STEPHEN LAWSON, CHRISTOPHER BRIDGESPublished by

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