NewYorkGiantsFans.com

Ludacris Move Bitch Instrumental

Uploaded by: Rapshite
Video Description:
Ludacris Move Bitch Instrumental
Lyrics:
[whistling]
[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 f**k 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 motherf**kin' 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 f**k outta my way
I'm d.u.i., hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the f**k 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 f**kin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage and knock the girlies down
I f**k the crowd up - that's what I do
[Move Bitch lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
Young and successful - a sex symbol
The bitches want me to f**k - true true
Hold up wait up, shorty "oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'? "
Sidelinin' my f**kin' bussiness
Tryin' to get my paper, child support soon
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these f**kin' t.v.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a f**k
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 'cause we robbin' tonight
Beat the shit outta security, we startin a fight
I got a fifth of the remy, f**k the belve and 'cris
I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
F**k 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.
F**k 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 motherf**kers make way for 2-0
So...
[chorus]
[whistling]
http://www.lyricsmania.com
http://www.metrolyrics.com

Related Videos

Ludacris Stand Up Instrumental	Juvenile Back That Ass Up Instrumental	Ludacris Blow It Out Instrumental
Missy Elliott Gossip Folks Instrumental	Mystikal- Danger- Instrumental	Act A Fool (instrumental)

Comments for this video: Show || Hide


Tell a friend:

1. Your name:
2. Your friend's name:
3. Your friend's e-mail:
4. Your message:

URL
Embed Code