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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 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 It's not an illusion, we runnin the streets So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers Is there a bumper on your ass? NO 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 Here I come, here 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 curtains 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 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 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
Writer(s): Jonathan Smith, Michael Tyler, Bobby Sandimanie, Craig Lawson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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