My Chick Bad Lyrics

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
Listen, I'm saying my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My chick bad, better than yours My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words
Her swagger 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've 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, she's full grown My chick bad, tell your chick to go home
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
Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker She rides that dick and she handles her liquor I knock a bitch out and fight Comin' out swingin' like Tiger Woods's wife
Yeah, she can get a lil' hasty Chicks better cover up their chests like pasty's 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 Doh, but I ain't talk about Homer Chick so bad, the whole crew wanna bone her
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
Now will 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, I'm dunkin' on 'em, Lisa Leslie
It's going down, basement Friday, the 13th, guess who's playing Jason? Tuck yourself in, you better hold on to your teddy It's nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playing Freddy?
Chef cooking for me, they say my shoe came crazy The mental asylum looking for me You a rookie to me, I'm in that wham-bam-purple-lam Damn, bitch, you been a fan
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
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 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