Move b*tch lyrics

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*tch, get out the way hoe
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way hoe
Move b*tch, get out the way hoe
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way hoe

Move b*tch, get out the way hoe
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way hoe
Move b*tch, get out the way hoe
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way hoe

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
Want to 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*tch
Straight take a hoe n*gga, always out to lick
And when sh*t is gettin' thick
Out the door she split
She straight slick
But I'm slicker than that b*tch gon' get
So now move b*tch, get out the way hoe and lay low
So say hoe, you just another stank hoe
Trickin' on the dance flo'
Lookin' kinda sl*tty though
I'm all about my money hoe 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

Move b*tch, get out the way hoe
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way hoe
Move b*tch, get out the way hoe
f*ck that sh*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*ck out of each and all why'all (all why'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
What's up motherf*cka what's up
Time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up
All these sissy ass 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' you-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 muthaf*ckin' don't play lady
On the way, God damn what you b*tches say
n*gga

Move b*tch, get out the way hoe
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way hoe
Move b*tch, get out the way hoe
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way hoe

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 ass to move b*tch
Now yo head busted ? two f*ckin' bricks
So get yo fire and dip hoe
'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 ya firm like a dildo
All my n*ggas doin' Fed time
We'll leave yo belly filled with that iron
Move b*tch, get out the way hoe
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way hoe
Move b*tch, get out the way hoe
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way hoe

Move b*tch, get out the way hoe
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way hoe
Move b*tch, get out the way hoe
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way hoe

I'm lookin' for them big butts
Nothin but them quick sl*ts
Something kinda freaky like skinny hoe 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 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 n*gga Juicy
Ready to?

What why'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

Move b*tch, get out the way hoe
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way hoe
Move b*tch, get out the way hoe
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way hoe

Move b*tch, get out the way hoe
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way hoe
Move b*tch, get out the way hoe
f*ck that sh*t, get out the way hoe

I might not be the freshest n*gga up in the club
But shoulda seen when I walked in the hoes said "What the f*ck"
They saw me VIP in the VIP why'all
With these Rollies and the ? they be wonderin' "Who are why'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'