Ludacris – Move b#tch

Ludacris – Move b#tch Lyrics

Artist: Ludacris
Song: Move b#tch

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

Oh no, the fight’s out
I’mma ’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 bustin’ too
And I been thankin’ of bustin’ you
Upside ya motherf#ckin’ forehead
And if your friends jump in

“Oh girl”, they’ll be mo dead
‘Causin’ confusion, disturbin’ the peace
Since not into lotion, we run in the streets-a
So bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers

Is there a bumper on your ass, no n#gg#
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 f#ck over
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
b#tch, watch out, watch out, watch out
b#tch, watch out, watch out, watch out, move
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 g#dd#mn 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 aw wazzup, get my dick sucked, what are you doin’?”
Side linin’ my f#ckin’ business
Tryin’ to get my paper, child support suin’
Give me that truck and take that rental back

Who bought these f#ckin’ T.V.’s
And jewelry b#tch, tell me that?
No, I ain’t bitter, I don’t give a f#ck
But I’mma tell you like this b#tch

You better not walk in front of my tour bus
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
Bring it, get ’em
Two zero, 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 peels ’cause we robbin’ tonight

Beat the sh#t outta of security for stompin’ the fight
I got a fifth of the Remy, f#ck the Belve and Chris
I’m sellin’ sh#t up in the club like I work in the b#tch
f#ck the dress codes, it’s street clothes, we all street n#gg#s

We on the dance floor, throwin’ bows, beatin’ up n#gg#s
I’m from the deck, tryna to disrespect DTP
And watch the bottles start flyin’ from the VIP
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 hoe
All you fagot m#th*rf#ck*rs make way for two zero
So, 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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From the album:
Word Of Mouf [Explicit]
Release Year: 2001