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Move Bi--h

Don Yutehuatong
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Here we come - here we come hoe - here we come

Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come

Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come

Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come

Move b**h, get out the way hoe

F**k that s**t, get out the way hoe

Move b**h, get out the way hoe

F**k that s**t, get out the way hoe

Move b**h, get out the way hoe

F**k that s**t, get out the way hoe

Move b**h, get out the way hoe

F**k that s**t, get out the way hoe

N**a 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

I'm perscription called death when?

Oh there she go, old triflin' b**h

Straight take a hoe n**a, always out to lick

And when s**t is gettin' thick

Out the door she split

She straight slick

But I'm slicker than that b**h gon' get

So now move b**h, get out the way hoe and lay low

So say hoe, you just another stank hoe

Trickin' on the dance flo'

Lookin' kinda slutty though

I'm all about my money hoe when I bump on yo stereo

And everywhere I go, it's the same old s**t

Jumpin' drawz just like a broad, so b**h f**k this now

Move b**h, get out the way hoe

F**k that s**t, get out the way hoe

Move b**h, get out the way hoe

F**k that s**t, get out the way hoe

They know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul (Sean Paul)

Slap the f**k out of each and all y'all (all y'all)

I done seen niggaz fall, I done seen niggaz ball

I done seen big girls shake with lil' bitty drawz (bitty drawz)

And uh, the other day this b**h got smacked in the jaw (in the jaw)

I done seen a whole lot, niggaz 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**a you better draw

Okay, always sayin' s**t that I mean

Pelle Pelle, A-Town n**a gotta come clean

What's up m**a what's up

Time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up

All these sissy ass h**s talkin' s**t about this lady

Why you tryin' to doubt me baby

I'm the s**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**n' U-Haul boys

Gangsta Boo be groovin' always choosin', what's up with you n**a

Gangsta Boo be makin' nothin' but hits increase to bigger figures

N**a don't play with the m**n' don't play lady

On the way, God damn what you b**s say

N**a

Move b**h, get out the way hoe

F**k that s**t, get out the way hoe

Move b**h, get out the way hoe

F**k that s**t, get out the way hoe

(Ah, Ah, Ahhhh-ha-ha-ha)

We comin' through like the Rock b**h

Knock you out yo motherf**kin' socks b**h

Droppin' bows like nothin' wrong b**h

B**h I'll break yo motherf**kin' nose b**h

Didn't we tell yo ass to move b**h

Now yo head busted? two f**n' bricks

So get yo fire and dip hoe

Cause a n**a gone off that Quevo

Why you still runnin' yo mouth b**h

You must've not known who you f**n' with

We'll leave you dead in a f**n' ditch

Cause we runnin' with the Three Triple Six

And them guns for them young h**s

We'll leave ya firm like a d**o

All my niggaz doin' Fed time

We'll leave yo belly filled with that iron

Move b**h, get out the way hoe

F**k that s**t, get out the way hoe

Move b**h, get out the way hoe

F**k that s**t, get out the way hoe

Move b**h, get out the way hoe

F**k that s**t, get out the way hoe

Move b**h, get out the way hoe

F**k that s**t, get out the way hoe

I'm lookin' for them big butts

Nothin but them quick sluts

Something kinda freaky like skinny hoe givin' up

Maybe a n**a'll take the camp

Probably let her ride my lap

Made playaz from the Memphis Tenn, b**h I'm on the map

I'm the kinda n**a bro' push a 450 hoe

Down the strip, Hennessy I sip on the low-low

Hit me on my? horn

Can record, make a p**n movie

Don't be choosy with this n**a Juicy

Ready to?

What y'all know to be part of this

You gotta be on some heartless s**t

And whether it's legal or dirty, I'ma ball regardless trick

And I don't give a f**k if you the tallest or the smallest b**h

Don't none of you h**s know about this order s**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**kin' heater tight

And I'm still tryin' to find a motherf**kin' key to life

Ya heard me

Move b**h, get out the way hoe

F**k that s**t, get out the way hoe

Move b**h, get out the way hoe

F**k that s**t, get out the way hoe

Move b**h, get out the way hoe

F**k that s**t, get out the way hoe

Move b**h, get out the way hoe

F**k that s**t, get out the way hoe

I might not be the freshest n**a up in the club

But shoulda seen when I walked in the h**s said "What the f**k"

They saw me VIP in the VIP y'all

With these Rollies and the? they be wonderin' "Who are y'all"

We be steppin' no less than 30 deep and thinkin' we some stars

My enterage 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 liein'

Check my soundscan hoe, if I'm liein' or dyin'

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