(by True Music For Life) - Move Bitch get out the Way | Текст песни

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• Move Bitch get out the Way

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

Oh no! the fights out

Ima bout to punch yo...lights out

Get the fuck back, guard ya grill

Theres somethin wrong, we cant stay still

Ive been drankin and bustin two

And I been thankin of bustin you

Upside ya motherfuckin forehead

And if your friends jump in, "ohhh gurrlll", theyll 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!

Im doin a hundred on the highway

So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way

Im d.u.i., hardly ever caught sober

And you about to get ran the fuck over

Bitch! watch out, watch out, watch out

Bitch! watch out, watch out, watch out, move

Here I come, there I go

Uh oh! dont jump bitch, move

You see them headlights? you hear that fuckin crowd?

Start that goddamn show, Im comin through

Hit the stage and knock the girlies down

I fuck the crowd up - thats 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 aint bitter, I dont give a fuck

But ima tell you like this bitch

You better not walk in front of my tour bus

Bring it, get em

Too bad Im on the right track

Beef, got the right mack

Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, Ill be right back

We buyin bars out, showin scars out

We heard theres 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

Im sellin shit up in the club like I work in the bitch

Fuck the dress codes, its street clothes, we all street niggaz

We on the dance floor, throwin bows, beatin up niggaz

Im 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

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