Horseback and I’ll get my reigns, school teacher let me get my brains Scream help play my game dracula man I’ll get my fangs Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little booty up with my belt What about up in the candy sto’ that chocolate chocolate make it melt On the ocean or in the boat! Factories or on hundred spokes! Maybe your girl and my friend can trade tag team, off the ropes! Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don’t be afraid Roll around Georgia Brown that’s the way I like it twerk Rip the pants and rip the shirt, ruff sex make it hurt That’s the way you like to fuck, clogged up fog alert
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I wanna get you in the back seat windows up On hay in middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on the silk sheets uhĮating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet What’s my name, what’s my name, what’s my name a sauna, jacuzzi Give me TLC ’cause you know I be too proudĬhampaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing Runnin the train when it’s hot or cold out Or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert With the candle lit you give it up till they go out Like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me See I cast ’em and I past ’em get a tight grip and I grasp ’emĪnd if ain’t good then I trash ’em while you stash ’em How ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon That man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands Lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Or how ’bout on the beach with black sand We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait til the show stop Lick it don’t stop, keep the door locked while the boat rock Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top In the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P. I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line Then I wanna, ahh ahh – you make it so good I don’t wanna leaveīut I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what’s your fan-ta-ta-sy I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo’ head to yo’ toesĪnd I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo’ If you want to request lyrics Latest please Post a comment below this article. That Move Bitch Song Lyrics of Artist / Band Ludacris, May be useful for you. Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the partyĪll you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0 I’m from the D.E.C., tryin’ to disrespect D.T.P.Īnd watch the bottles start flyin’ from the V.I.P.įuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your body We on the dance floor, throwin’ bows, beatin’ up niggaz I’m sellin’ shit up in the club like I work in the bitchįuck the dress codes, it’s street clothes, we all street niggaz I got a fifth of the remy, fuck the Belve and ‘cris
We heard there’s hoes out, so we brought the cars outīeat the shit outta security, we startin a fight Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I’ll be right back You better not walk in front of my tour bus Who bought these fuckin’ T.V.’s and jewelry bitch, tell me that? Give me that truck and take that rental back Tryin’ to get my paper, child support soon ‘Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin’?’ Hit the stage and knock the curtains down Start that goddamn show, I’m comin’ through You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin’ crowd? So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my wayīITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers Since not into lution’, we run in the streets There’s somethin’ wrong, we can’t stay stillĪnd if your friends jump in, ‘Ohhh gurrlll’, they’ll be mo’ dead
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