[whistling]
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[chorus 2x: ludacris]
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Move bitch, get out the way
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Get out the way bitch, get out the way
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Move bitch, get out the way
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Get out the way bitch, get out the way
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[ludacris]
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Oh no! the fight's out
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I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out
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Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
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There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
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I've been drankin' and bustin' two
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And i been thankin' of bustin' you
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Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
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And if your friends jump in, "ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' dead
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Causin' confusion, disturbin tha peace
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Since not into lution', we run in the streets
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So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
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Is there a bumper on your ass? no nigga!
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I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
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So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
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I'm d.u.i., hardly ever caught sober
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And you about to get ran the fuck over
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[chorus]
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[mystikal over second chorus]
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Bitch! watch out, watch out, watch out
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Bitch! watch out, watch out, watch out, move
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Here i come, there i go
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Uh oh! don't jump bitch, move
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You see them headlights? you hear that fuckin' crowd?
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Start that goddamn show, i'm comin' through
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Hit the stage and knock the girlies down
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I fuck the crowd up - that's what i do
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Young and successful - a sex symbol
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The bitches want me to fuck - true true
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Hold up wait up, shorty
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"oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'?"
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Sidelinin' my fuckin' bussiness
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Tryin' to get my paper, child support soon
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Give me that truck and take that rental back
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Who bought these fuckin' t.v.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
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No, i ain't bitter, i don't give a fuck
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But i'ma tell you like this bitch
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You better not walk in front of my tour bus
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[chorus]
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[i-20 over second chorus]
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Bring it, get 'em
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Too bad i'm on the right track
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Beef, got the right mack
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Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, i'll be right back
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We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out
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We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
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Grab the peels cuz we robbin' tonight
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Beat the shit outta security, we startin a fight
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I got a fifth of the remy, fuck the belve and 'cris
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I'm sellin' shit up in the club like i work in the bitch
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Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
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We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz
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I'm from the d.e.c., tryin' to disrespect d.t.p.
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And watch the bottles start flyin' from the v.i.p.
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Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your body
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Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
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So move bitch, get out the way hoe
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All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0
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So...
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[chorus]
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[whistling]
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Move Bitch
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Lil Jon |