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lil jon & the east side boyz - move bitch lyrics

[intro: lil’ jon]
here we come, here we come ho, here we come
here we come ho, here we come, here we come ho, here we come
here we come ho, here we come, here we come ho, here we come
here we come ho, here we come, here we come ho, here we come

[chorus: lil’ jon]
move b-tch, get out the way ho
f-ck that sh-t, get out the way ho
move b-tch, get out the way ho
f-ck that sh-t, get out the way ho
move b-tch, get out the way ho
f-ck that sh-t, get out the way ho
move b-tch, get out the way ho
f-ck that sh-t, get out the way ho

[verse 1: lord infamous]
n-gga three six mafia burn inside the southern territorial
leavin’ a memorial page in editorial
when [?] watch yo back go front [?] scarecrow
leave ’em stiff and froze my foes and hit ’em like rose in china snow
wanna see the costs of the bosses comin’ to toss it
ain’t no losses, ain’t no crosses, leave you dead in a closet
family recked from yo death-death, from yo early death
packin’ some in jars, sendin’ two off for the chef
’cause i melt them with medicine
a perscription called teflon coating

[verse 2: j-bo]
oh there she go, old triflin’ b-tch
straight take a ho n-gga, always out to l!ck
and when sh-t is gettin’ thick
out the door she split
she straight sl!ck
but i’m sl!cker than that b-tch gon’ get
so now move b-tch, get out the way ho and lay low
so say ho, you just another stank ho
trickin’ on the dance flo’
lookin’ kinda sl-tty though
i’m all about my money ho when i bump on yo stereo
and everywhere i go, it’s the same old sh-t
jumpin’ drawz just like a broad, so b-tch f-ck this now

[chorus: lil’ jon]
move b-tch, get out the way ho
f-ck that sh-t, get out the way ho
move b-tch, get out the way ho
f-ck that sh-t, get out the way ho

[verse 3: sean paul]
they know me from my lac’s and my creases, i’m sean paul (sean paul)
slap the f-ck out of each and all y’all (all y’all)
i done seen n-ggas fall, i done seen n-ggas ball
i done seen big girls shake with lil’ bitty drawz (bitty drawz)
and uh, the other day this b-tch got smacked in the jaw (in the jaw)
i done seen a whole lot, n-ggas ain’t seen what i saw (yeah)
i’m in it too deep, i could never come flaw (come flaw)
if ya talkin’ bout that pistol my n-gga you better draw
okay, always sayin’ sh-t that i mean
pelle pelle, a-town n-gga gotta come clean

[verse 4: gangsta boo]
what’s up motherf-cka what’s up
time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up
all these sissy -ss hoes talkin’ sh-t about this lady
why you tryin’ to doubt me baby
i’m the sh-t, you can’t fade me
now look what done happened, we done hooked up with eastside boyz
bringin’ noise
makin’ moves like the f-ckin’ u-haul boys
gangsta boo be groovin’ always choosin’, what’s up with you n-gga
gangsta boo be makin’ nothin’ but hits increase to bigger figures
n-gga don’t play with the m-th-f-ckin’ don’t play lady
on the way, god d-mn what you b-tches say
n-gga

[chorus: lil’ jon]
move b-tch, get out the way ho
f-ck that sh-t, get out the way ho
move b-tch, get out the way ho
f-ck that sh-t, get out the way ho

[verse 5: lil’ jon]
ah, ah, ahhhh-ha-ha-ha
we comin’ through like the rock b-tch
knock you out yo motherf-ckin’ socks b-tch
droppin’ bows like nothin’ wrong b-tch
b-tch i’ll break yo motherf-ckin’ nose b-tch
didn’t we tell yo -ss to move b-tch
now your head is busting through the f-cking bricks
so get yo fire and dip ho
cause a n-gga gone off that quevo
why you still runnin’ yo mouth b-tch
you must’ve not known who you f-ckin’ with
we’ll leave you dead in a f-ckin’ ditch
cause we runnin’ with the three triple six
and them guns for them young hoes
we’ll leave you f-cked like a d-ld-
all my n-ggas doin’ fed time
we’ll leave yo belly filled with that iron

[verse 6: juicy j]
i’m lookin’ for them big b-tts
nothin but them quick sl-ts
something kinda freaky like skinny ho givin’ up
maybe a n-gga’ll take the camp
probably let her ride my lap
made playaz from the memphis tenn, b-tch i’m on the map
i’m the kinda n-gga bro’ push a 450 ho
down the strip, hennessy i sip on the low-low
hit me on my fo h-rn
can record, make a p-rn movie
don’t be choosy with this n-gga juicy
ready to?

[verse 7: chyna whyte]
what y’all know to be part of this
you gotta be on some heartless sh-t
and whether it’s legal or dirty, i’ma ball regardless trick
and i don’t give a f-ck if you the tallest or the smallest b-tch
don’t none of you hoes know about this order sh-t
chyna whyte i live that street life
and i ain’t gon’ be happy till i got my momma eatin’ right
still the one to grip that motherf-ckin’ heater tight
and i’m still tryin’ to find a motherf-ckin’ key to life
ya heard me

[verse 8: dj paul]
i might not be the freshest n-gga up in the club
but should’ve seen when i walked in the hoes said “what the f-ck”
they saw me vip in the vip y’all
with these rollies and the hoes they be wonderin’ “who are y’all”
we be steppin’ no less than 30 deep and thinkin’ we some stars
my entourage spendin’ no less than 80 g’s on they cars
if i took you to my crib, you probably wouldn’t believe or think i’m lying
check my soundscan ho, if i’m lying, i’m dying, b-tch!

[verse 9: don yute]
true vulture nuh man
ratatat f-ck unuh, understand it’s me don yute
with the bummaclatt [?] f-cking p-ssyclott man
n-gga don’t give a f-ck about these bloodclott
[?] [?] gun from behind poppin [?]
give me a cheddar making bumboclott shots!

- lil jon the east side boyz lyrics

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