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Тут найдется любой текст песни: Исполнитель: Ludacris ft. Mystical
Песня: Move Bitch get out the Way
Добавил: Гость
Ludacris ft. Mystical – Move Bitch get out the Way 0Get 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 So... |
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