Ludacris – Move Bitch ft. Mystikal & I-20

Download another hot mp3 audio song by Ludacris and this song is titled “Move Bitch ft. Mystikal & I-20”.

Actually this amazing music was released in the year 2001 under his trended album which is titled ‘Word Of Mouf’.

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Ludacris Move Bitch Lyrics

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

Oh no, the fight’s out

I’mma ’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’ too

And I been thankin’ of bustin’ you

Upside ya motherfuckin’ forehead

And if your friends jump in

“Oh girl”, they’ll be mo dead

‘Causin’ confusion, disturbin’ the peace

Since not into lotion, we run in the streets-a

So bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers

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

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

Bitch, watch out, watch out, watch out

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

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 ’em true true

Hold up, wait up, shorty

“Oh aw wazzup, get my dick sucked, what are you doin’?”

Side linin’ my fuckin’ business

Tryin’ to get my paper, child support suin’

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’mma tell you like this bitch

You better not walk in front of my tour bus

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

Bring it, get ’em

Two zero, I’m on the right track

Beef, got the right mack

Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk 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 of security for stompin’ the fight

I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Chris

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 niggas

We on the dance floor, throwin’ bows, beatin’ up niggas

I’m from the deck, tryna to disrespect DTP

And watch the bottles start flyin’ from the VIP

Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body

Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party

So move bitch, get out the way hoe

All you fagot motherfuckers make way for two zero

So, 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