Songtexte

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 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 Causing confusion, Disturbing The Peace It's not an illusion, we runnin' the streets So, bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers Is there a bumper on your ass? 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 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 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 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
Writer(s): Jonathan H. Smith, Paul D. Beauregard, Craig Stephen Lawson, Sean Paul Joseph, Michael L. Tyler, Jason Williams, Lola Chantrelle Mitchell, Jeffrey Ray Grigsby, Stephanie C. Martin, Ricky Dunigan, Jordan Michael Houston, Bobby Wardell Sandimanie Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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