Lyrics:
(Sample: Ludacris - Move Bitch)
"Move Bitch,
Move Bitch,
Get the fuck back,
Move Bitch get out the way,
get out the way bitch
get out the way!
Move Bitch,
a glass or two
I feel like Biff Tannen at the booth
I get off when I spazz at you
When I say I spit, I mean that I spat
I'm Ludacris the way that I act
of The Who
What's a guido supposed to do
Watch it or you'll get the boot
Are you a guido too?
Italian suit
Italian shoes
And its finna f****n' be an Italian
an almanac
All of that
Just spit facts
F*** you
Fall back
Cause I'm
Ripin
Makin a livin
Beats that I'm killin
The mother f***ing villin
While I'm stealing
You
song by ludacris
Move bitch get out my way
I'm dropping songs from day to day just know I'm here to stay
You tried to trick my out my place
These
in circles
Did I do that or was it Mystikal and Urkel?
On to 7 AK 47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in
ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin
And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again
So when I get old I'ma rock, roll,
released, I'ma clock some cash
Did some time, locked down but I'm back on the street
There'll be trouble when they see me
When I get free, motherf***ers
get this....most of the song's written, get to Jersey, boom!
Oh, by the way, when we first arrived in Jersey, the first place we went to was a place
n**** ain't no Turnin Back
Where the f*** my hoes at who I pimp hard when they want to get to a tap
But you know you can do dat that luv I'm just hear
don't really... I started getting tingles up the back, I don't like that. Dave?
Oh, get out of here. Anyway, no. Hahaha! Jeez, four top ten singles in
home and fucked up parole
Got some nasty ass bitches dancin' on a pole
Got some classy ass bitches who achieving goals
Get out of line with the clique,
I'm back,
Mr F.E.N.G
Take me back, when I was,
dreaming about the SRT.
Dreaming about a crib,
by the N.R.E
Who you fucking with,
I got my A.R.M.Y
But
you sending that
If I take a loss I'm a get it back
They stealing the flow and I'm sick of that
Show me that pink slip 'cause you rented that
Ain't
(All the noise)
Can I get a mother f***ing second
I don't really think I learned my lesson
Tired of living f***ing second guessing
Back near broke bent
Yea
Its F-DUB niggas
Y'all know the Crew
Aye, aye, aye
I ain't got time for the back & forth
We can throw hands; we can let em' go
Counting up these
they stink
We slide and catch a opp
If he fight back, he get shot
Why do you keep posting that girl
You know she a thot
Anyways, back to the script
You
man? (Bitches)
I just can't get outdone by a nigga, always stay ahead of the pack (What?)
I know I'm jahvé, gotta keep a vibe ayy
Spread the aura round
Baby, shake your ass and clap twice (clap twice)
Finna bring you back home, give you good pipe (bet)
Then I seen her boyfriend text her, "Goodnight"
Fuck around we gon spin this shit
Tell her move back no Ludacris
Tell her get back no ludacris
Tell her get back I'm on my shit
Tell her we back u know
A motherf***in' fool for love.
[Verse Two]
If I ain't just get outta prison,
Man listen, I'd a did him
By Kentucky Fried Chicken, and the n****, I ain't'
(Yeah , yeah, yeah , yeah x2)
F my enemies f my enemies yeah
F my enemies f my enemies f my enemies
Fuck my enemies
They tryna keep me down
By taking
of the click
All you suckas want to dis the pacific
But you buster n****s never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we f***ed
Her p**** whipped b****
f***** up on ecstasy
Naah
f*** a b****, let’s get rich, let’s get turnt up like we Costa Titch in this mother freaken b****
Everybody knows I be crazy when
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