My Chick Bad - Ludacris ft Nicki Minaj (lyrics) 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 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) I\u0027m saying my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My chick do stuff that I can\u0027t even put in words Her swagger don\u0027t stop Her body won\u0027t quit So fool, pipe down you ain\u0027t talkin\u0027 \u0027bout 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, she\u0027s full grown My chick bad, tell your chick to go home My chick bad (yeah) My chick hood (hood) My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My chick bad (bad) My chick hood (hood) My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (let\u0027s go) 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 Will knock a bitch out and fight Comin\u0027 out swinging like Tiger Woods wife Yeah, she could get a little hasty Chicks better cover up they chest like pasties Couple girl friends and they all a little crazy Comin\u0027 down the street like a parade, Macy\u0027s I fill her up, balloons Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons Doh, but I ain\u0027t talkin\u0027 bout homer Chick so bad, the whole crew wanna bone her My chick bad (yeah) My chick hood (hood) My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (oh) My chick bad (and I\u0027m lovin\u0027 it) My chick hood (hey) My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could 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 (yo, yo) (let\u0027s go) Now all these bitches wanna try and be my bestie But I take a left and leave them hanging like a teste Trash talk to \u0027em then I put \u0027em in a hefty Running down the court, I\u0027m dunkin\u0027 on \u0027em, Lisa Leslie It\u0027s goin\u0027 down, basement Friday The 13th, guess who\u0027s playin\u0027 Jason? Tuck yourself in, you better hold on to your teddy It\u0027s Nightmare On Elm Street and guess who\u0027s playin\u0027 Freddy? (Oh) (My chick bad) chef cooking for me They say my shoe game crazy, the mental Asylum looking for me You a rookie to me I\u0027m in that wham-bam purple Lamb Damn bitch, you been a fan My chick bad (don\u0027t get scared now) My chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (disturbing the peace, ayy) My chick bad (what?) My chick hood (what?) My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (let\u0027s go) 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 just 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 just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper, I kinda like that