🎵 Move Bitch // by Ludacris

73 Contributors Move Bitch Lyrics Maybe Ludacris' most famous club banger, this ultra-aggressive track is still a favorite in the South The theme of the song is moving out of his way while driving. He calls the drivers in front of him bitches. [Chorus: Ludacris] 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 [Verse 1: Ludacris] 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 drinking and busting too And I been thinking of busting you Upside your motherfuckin' forehead And if your friends jump in (Aw, girl), they'll be more dead Causin' 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? (No, nigga) I'm doing a hundred on the highway So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck out of my way I'm DUI, hardly ever caught sober And you about to get ran the fuck over [Chorus: Ludacris & Mystikal] Move, bitch, get out the way Get out the way, bitch, get out the way Move, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, watch out) Get out the way, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, bitch) Move, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, watch out) Get out the way, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, bitch) Move, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, watch out) Get out the way, bitch, get out the way (Watch out, tch, woof) [Verse 2: Mystikal] 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 TVs and the 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 [Chorus: Ludacris & 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 (Bring it) Get out the way, bitch, get out the way (Get 'em) Move, bitch, get out the way Get out the way, bitch, get out the way [Verse 3: I-20] 2-0, 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 Call up Tit, grab the pills 'cause we poppin' tonight Beat the shit outta security for stoppin' the fight I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck that 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 DTP And watch the bottles start flying from the VIP Fuck this rap shit, we clap, bitch, two in your body Grab your four, start a fight, dog, ruin the party So move, bitch, get out the way, ho All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0, so [Chorus: Ludacris] 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 [Instrumental Outro]