Ludacris

Ludacris - 0 Mystikal

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[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

 [Ludacris]
 OH 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, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' dead
 Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace
 Since not into lution', we run in the streets
 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 FUCK outta my way
 I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
 and you about to get ran the FUCK over

 [Chorus]

 [Mystikal over second chorus]
 BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out
 BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move

 Here I come, there 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 girlies 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 wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'?"
 Sidelinin' my fuckin' bussiness
 Tryin' to get my paper, 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 bus

 [Chorus]

 [I-20 over second chorus]
 Bring it, get 'em

 Too 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 peels cuz we robbin' tonight
 Beat the shit outta security, we startin a 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 niggaz
 We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz
 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
 So...

 [Chorus]

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Language: English

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