K-pop Lyrics

"Move B*tch"(feat. I-20, Mystikal)[whistling][Chorus 2x: Ludacris]Move b*tch, get out the wayGet out the way bi*ch, get out the wayMove b*tch, get out the wayGet out the way b*tch, get out the way[Ludacris]OH NO! The fight's outI'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights outGet the F*CK back, guard ya grillThere's somethin' wrong, we can't stay stillI've been drankin' and bustin' twoand I been thankin' of bustin' youUpside ya motherf*ckin' foreheadAnd if your friends jump in, "Ohhh gurrlll", they'll be mo' deadCausin' confusion, Disturbin Tha PeaceSince not into lution', we run in the streetsSo bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggersIs there a bumper on your ass? NO N*GGA!I'm doin' a hundred on the highwaySo if you do the speed limit, get the F*CK outta my wayI'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught soberand you about to get ran the F*CK over[Chorus]Move b*tch, get out the wayGet out the way b*tch, get out the wayMove b*tch, get out the wayGet out the way b*tch, get out the way[Mystikal over second chorus]B*TCH! Watch out, watch out, watch outB*TCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, moveHere I come, there I goUH OH! Don't jump b*tch, moveYou see them headlights? You hear that f*ckin' crowd?Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' throughHit the stage and knock the girlies downI f*ck the crowd up - that's what I doYoung and successful - a sex symbolThe b*tches want me to f*ck - true trueHold up wait up, shorty"Oh wazzzupp, get my d*ck sucked, what are yoouu doin'?"Sidelinin' my f*ckin' bussinessTryin' to get my paper, child support soonGive me that truck and take that rental backWho bought these f*ckin' T.V.'s and jewelry b*tch, tell me that?No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a f*ckBut i'ma tell you like this b*tchYou better not walk in front of my tour bus[Chorus]Move b*tch, get out the wayGet out the way b*tch, get out the wayMove b*tch, get out the wayGet out the way b*tch, get out the way[I-20 over second chorus]Bring it, get 'emToo bad I'm on the right trackBeef, got the right mackHit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I'll be right backWe buyin' bars out, showin' scars outWe heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars outGrab the peels cuz we robbin' tonightBeat the shit outta security, we startin a fightI got a fifth of the remy, f*ck the Belve and 'crisI'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the b*tchF*ck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street n*ggazWe on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up n*ggazI'm from the D.E.C., tryin' to disrespect D.T.P.And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.F*ck this rap shit, we clap b*tch, two in your bodyGrab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the partySo move b*tch, get out the way hoeAll you faggot motherf*ckers make way for 2-0So...[Chorus]Move b*tch, get out the wayGet out the way b*tch, get out the wayMove b*tch, get out the wayGet out the way b*tch, get out the way[whistling]