My+Chick+Bad-Ludicris

My Chick Bad- L​udacris

birth name- Christopher Brian Bridges brith date- September 11,1977 He likes to sing to the Genre- Hip-Hop

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

[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, better 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 her liquor I knock a bitch out and fight 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 Doh, 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 all these bitches wanna try and be my bestie But I take a left and leave 'em hangin' like a testis 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 game crazy The mental asylum lookin' for me You a rookie to me I'm in that wam bam purple Lamb', 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