Song 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 f*ck 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 f*ck outta my way
I'm D.U.I. hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the f*ck 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 f*ck the crowd up that's what I do
Young and successful a sex symbol

The bitches want me to f*ck '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 f*ck
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, f*ck the Belve and Chris
I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch
F*ck 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
F*ck 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

Paul D. Beauregard, Ricky Dunigan, Jeffery Grisby, Jordan Houston, Sean Paul Joseph, Stephanie Martin, Lola Chantrelle Mitchell, Jonathan H. Smith, Jason Williams

The duration of Move Bitch is 2:05 minutes and seconds.