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LIL' JON & THE EAST SIDE BOYZ Miscellaneous Move Bitch"(feat. Chyna Whyte, Three 6 Mafia, Youngbloodz 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 [Hook - 2x's] Move bitch, get out the way hoe Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe Move bitch, get out the way hoe Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe [Lord Infamous] Nigga 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 ? [J-Bo] Oh there she go, old triflin' bitch Straight take a hoe nigga, always out to lick And when shit is gettin' thick Out the door she split She straight slick But I'm slicker than that bitch gon' get So now move bitch, 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 shit Jumpin' drawz just like a broad, so bitch fuck this now [Hook] [Sean Paul] They know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul (Sean Paul) Slap the fuck 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 bitch 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 nigga you better draw Okay, always sayin' shit that I mean Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come clean [Gangsta Boo] What's up motherfucka what's up Time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up All these sissy ass hoes talkin' shit about this lady Why you tryin' to doubt me baby I'm the shit, you can't fade me Now look what done happened, we done hooked up with Eastside Boyz Bringin' noise Makin' moves like the fuckin' U-Haul boys Gangsta Boo be groovin' always choosin', what's up with you nigga Gangsta Boo be makin' nothin' but hits increase to bigger figures Nigga don't play with the muthafuckin' don't play lady On the way, God damn what you bitches say Nigga [Hook] [Lil' Jon] Ah, Ah, Ahhhh-ha-ha-ha We comin' through like the Rock bitch Knock you out yo motherfuckin' socks bitch Droppin' bows like nothin' wrong bitch Bitch I'll break yo motherfuckin' nose bitch Didn't we tell yo ass to move bitch Now yo head busted ? two fuckin' bricks So get yo fire and dip hoe Cause a nigga gone off that Quevo Why you still runnin' yo mouth bitch You must've not known who you fuckin' with We'll leave you dead in a fuckin' ditch Cause we runnin' with the Three Triple Six And them guns for them young hoes We'll leave ya firm like a dildo All my niggaz doin' Fed time We'll leave yo belly filled with that iron [Hook 2x's] [Juicy J] I'm lookin' for them big butts Nothin but them quick sluts Something kinda freaky like skinny hoe givin' up Maybe a nigga'll take the camp Probably let her ride my lap Made playaz from the Memphis Tenn, bitch I'm on the map I'm the kinda nigga bro' push a 450 hoe Down the strip, Hennessy I sip on the low-low Hit me on my ? horn Can record, make a porn movie Don't be choosy with this nigga Juicy Ready to? [Chyna Whyte] What y'all know to be part of this You gotta be on some heartless shit And whether it's legal or dirty, I'ma ball regardless trick And I don't give a fuck if you the tallest or the smallest bitch Don't none of you hoes know about this order shit 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 motherfuckin' heater tight And I'm still tryin' to find a motherfuckin' key to life Ya heard me [Hook 2x's] [DJ Paul] I might not be the freshest nigga up in the club But shoulda seen when I walked in the hoes said "What the fuck" 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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