Move Bitch Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz (Ft. Chyna Whyte, Don Yute, Three 6 Mafia & YoungBloodZ)
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[Intro: Lil' Jon]
Here we come, here we come ho, here we come
Here we come ho, here we come, here we come ho, here we come
Here we come ho, here we come, here we come ho, here we come
Here we come ho, here we come, here we come ho, here we come
[Chorus: Lil' Jon]
Move bitch, get out the way ho
Fuck that shit, get out the way ho
Move bitch, get out the way ho
Fuck that shit, get out the way ho
Move bitch, get out the way ho
Fuck that shit, get out the way ho
Move bitch, get out the way ho
Fuck that shit, get out the way ho
[Verse 1: 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' too a four star chef
'Cause I melt them with medicine
A perscription called Teflon coating
Here we come, here we come ho, here we come
Here we come ho, here we come, here we come ho, here we come
Here we come ho, here we come, here we come ho, here we come
Here we come ho, here we come, here we come ho, here we come
[Chorus: Lil' Jon]
Move bitch, get out the way ho
Fuck that shit, get out the way ho
Move bitch, get out the way ho
Fuck that shit, get out the way ho
Move bitch, get out the way ho
Fuck that shit, get out the way ho
Move bitch, get out the way ho
Fuck that shit, get out the way ho
[Verse 1: 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' too a four star chef
'Cause I melt them with medicine
A perscription called Teflon coating
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