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Get out the way bch, get out the wayOh no! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo lights out
Get the fk back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay stillI've been drankin' and bustin' too
And I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Oh gurl", they'll be mo' dead
'Causin' confusion, Disturbing Tha Peace
Since not into lution, we run in the streets-a
So bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers
Is there a bumper on your a? No n!I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the fck outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the fck overMove bch, get out the way
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Get out the way bch, get out the way[Unverified:Here I come, here I go
Uh oh! Don't jump bch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fkin' crowd?
Start that godd show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage and knock the curtains down
I fck the crowd up, that's what I do
Young and successful, a P 6: 00 symbol
The bches want me to fck 'em, true trueHold up, wait up, shorty
"Oh aw wazup? Get my d sucked, what are you doin'?"
Sidelinin' my fin' business
Tryin' to get my paper, child support suin'Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fck but I'ma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour busMove bch, get out the way
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Get out the way bch, get out the way2-0, I'm on the right track, Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back
We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out
We heard there's hs out, so we brought the cars outGrab the peels 'cause we robbin' tonight
Beat the sht outta of security for stoppin' the fight
I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris
I'm sellin' sht up in the club like I work in the bchFk the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niaz
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up nz
I'm from the Dec', tryna to disrespect D.T.P.
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.Fck this rap sht, we clap bch, two in ya body
Grab ya 4, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bch, get out the way
All you foot motherfkers make way for 2-0, soMove bch, get out the way
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