My Chick Bad (Album Version (Explicit)) (Feat. Nicki Minaj)

Chorus 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 Verse 1: Ludacris Listen, I'm sayin' 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'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 M-m-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 lookin like milk No-no time for games, she's full grown My chick bad, tell yo' chick to go home Chorus 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 Let's 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 Verse 2: Ludacris Now-now-now-now-now-now, now your girl might be sick but my girl's sicker She rides that dick and she handles her liquor Will knock a bitch out, annnnd fight Comin' out swingin' like Tiger Woods' wife Yeahhh, she could get a little hasty Chicks better cover up they chest like pasties Couple girlfriends and they ALL a little crazy Comin down the street like a parade, Macy's Whoo I fill 'er up, balloons Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons D'oh, but I ain't talkin 'bout Homer Chick's so bad the whole crew wanna bone her, yeah Chorus My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad and I'm lovin' it, 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 Verse 3: Nicki Minaj Yo, yo, now-now-now-now Now all these bitches wanna try and be my bestie But I take a left and leave them hangin' like a testie Trash talk to 'em then I put 'em in a Hefty Runnin' down the court I'm dunkin' on 'em, Lisa Leslie It-it-it-it-it's goin' down, basement Friday the 13th, guess who's playing Jason Tuck yourself in, you better hold onto your teddy It's Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playin' Freddy My chick bad, chef cookin' for me They say my shoe game crazy, the mental asylum lookin for me Ha ha ha ha, you a rookie to me I'm in that wham-bam purple Lam, damn bitch you been a fan Chorus My chick bad don't get scared now, haha, 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, badder-badder than yours Outro: Ludacris Luda, 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-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