Karaoké Move Bitch Ludacris & Mystikal & I-20

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'm 'bout to punch your lights out

Get the fuck back guard your grill

There's something wrong we can't stay still

I've been dranking and busting too

And I been thanking of busting you

Upside your motherfuckin' forehead

And if your friends jump in they'll be mo' dead

Causing confusion disturbin' the peace

It's not an illusion we runnin' the streets

So, bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers

Is there a bumper on your ass

I'm doing a hundred on the highway

So, if you do the speed limit get the fuck out of 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

Now bitches want me to fuck 'em, true, true

Hold up, wait up, shorty oh, oh, what's up

Getting my dick sucked

What are you doing

Besides minding my fuckin' business

Trying to get my paper child support suing

Give me that truck and take that rental back

Who bought these fucking TV's and the jewelry bitch tell me that

No, I ain't bitter

I don't give a fuck

But I'm 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

Two o, I'm on the right track

Beef, got the right mack

Hit the trunk, grab the pump punk I'll be right back

We buying bars out showing scars out

We heard there's hoes out so we brought the cars out

Grab the pills 'cos we popping tonight

Beat the shit outta security for stopping the fight

I got a fifth of the Remy fuck the Belve and Cris

I'm selling shit up in the club like I work in that bitch

Fuck the dress codes it's street clothes we all street niggas

We on the dance floor  throwing bows beating up niggas

I'm from the Dec' try to disrespect D.T.P.

And watch the bottles start flying from the V.I.P.

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 ho

All you faggot motherfuckers make way for two o 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