Move Bitch

Disturbing Tha Peace | Durée : 04:32

Auteur : Craig S. Lawson, Chris Bridges, Michael Tyler, Bobby Sandamanie

Compositeur : Craig S. Lawson, Chris Bridges, Michael Tyler, Bobby Sandamanie

Paroles
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'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, "Oh girl", they'll be mo' dead Causin' confusion, Disturbing The Peace It's not an illusion, we running the streets 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 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 Hold up wait up, shorty "Oh whats up, get my dick sucked, what are you doin'?" Side linin' my fuckin' business Tryin' to get my baby 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 ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck But I'ma 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 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 Too bad I'm on the right track Beef, got the right mack Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, 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 pills cause we popping tonight, Beat the shit outta security for stoppin' tha fight I got a fifth of the remy, fuck the Belve and 'cris 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 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 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
JONATHAN SMITH,BOBBY SANDIMANIE,MICHAEL TYLER,CRAIG STEPHEN LAWSON,CHRISTOPHER BRIDGES
Roba Music,Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC,Ultra Tunes,Universal Music Publishing Group