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Ludacris – My Chick Bad Lyrics

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My chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-my chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could DTP
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My, my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my, my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours listen

Im saying my chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My chick bad, better than yours
My chick do stuff that I cant even put in words

Her swagger dont stop, her body wont quit
So, fool, pipe down, yaint talkin bout shit
My chick bad, tell me if you seen her
She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena

All white top, all white belt
And all white jeans, body looking like milk
No time for games, shes full grown
My chick bad, tell your chick to go home

My chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-my chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could lets go
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my, my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours

Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker
She rides that dick and she handles her liquor
Or knock a bitch out and fight
Comin out swingin like Tiger Woodss 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, Macys

I fill her up, balloons
Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons
Doh, but I aint talk about Homer
Chick so bad, the whole crew wanna bone her

My chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-my chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my, my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours lets go

Now all these bitches wanna try and be my bestie
But I take a left and leave em hangin like a testie
Trash talk to em, then I put em in a hefty
Running down the court, Im dunkin on em, Lisa Leslie

It-it-it-it-its going down, basement
Friday, the 13th, guess whos playing Jason?
Tuck yourself in, you better hold on to your teddy
Its nightmare on Elm Street and guess whos playing Freddy?
My chick bad

Chef cooking for me, they say my shoe came crazy
The mental asylum looking for me
You a rookie to me, Im in that wham-bam purple Lam
Damn, bitch, you been a fan

My chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could Disturbing Tha Peace
My-my chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my, my chick bad, badder-badder than yours
My-my chick bad DTP

And when we all alone, I might just tip her
She slides down the pole like a certified stripper
When we all alone, I might tip-tip her
She slides down the pole like a certified stripper

When we all alone, I might just tip her
She slides down the pole like a certified stripper
When we all alone, I might tip her
She slides down the pole like a certified stripper

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