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My Chick Bad Lyricsby Lucyfire Buy album CD: This Dollar Saved My Life At Whitehorse [Chorus:] My, chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad: better, better than yours My, my chick bad, better, better than yours My, my, my chick bad, better, better than yours My, my chick bad, better, better than yours [Verse 1 (Ludacris):] Listen! I'm sayin' my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words Her swagga don't stop, her body won't quit So fool pipe down; you ain't talkin' bout shit My chick bad: tell me if you seen her She always bring the racket like Venus & Serena All-white top, all-white belt and all-white jeans Body lookin' like milk No time for games; she's full-grown My chick bad; tell your chick to go home! [Chorus:] My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, better, better than yours My, my chick bad, better, better than yours My, my, my chick bad, better, better than yours My, my chick bad, better, better than yours [Verse 2 (Ludacris):] Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker She rides that dick and she handles hard liquor I knock a bitch out and fight She comin' out swingin' like Tiger Woods' wife Yeah, she can get a lil' hasty Chicks better cover up their chests like pasties Couple girlfriends and they all a lil' crazy Comin' down the street like a parade, Macy's I fill her up, balloons! Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons But I ain't talk 'bout Homer Chick so bad the whole crew wanna bone her! [Chorus:] My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, better, better than yours My, my chick bad, better, better than yours My, my, my chick bad, better better than yours My, my chick bad, better, better than yours [Verse 3 (Nicki Minaj):] Now will these bitches wanna try and be my besty But I take a left and leave 'em hangin' like a testi Trash talk to 'em, then I put 'em in a hefty! Runnin' down the court I'm dunkin' on them - Lisa Leslie It's goin' down - basement Friday the 13th, guess who's playin' Jason Tuck yourself in, you better hold on to ya teddy It's nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playin' Freddy Chef cookin' for me They say my shoe came crazy The mental Asylum lookin' for me You a rookie to me I'm in that wam bam purple lam, damn, bitch, you been a fan! [Chorus:] My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, better, better than yours My, my chick bad, better, better than yours My, my, my chick bad, better, better than yours My, my chick bad, better, better than yours And when we all alone I might just tip her She slides down da pole like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down da pole like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down da pole like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down da pole like a certified stripper
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