Below, you will find the lyrics for My Chick Bad by Ludacris.
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
I'm 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't even put in words
Her swagger don't stop
Her body won't quit
So fool pipe down
You ain't talkin' 'bout
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
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
Now your girl might be sick
But my girl's sicker
She rides that
And she handles her liquor
Will knock a out, and fight
Comin' out swingin' like Tiger Woods' wife
Yeah, 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
I fill 'er up, balloons
Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons
But I ain't talkin' 'bout Homer
Chick's so bad the whole crew wanna
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
Now, now, now, now, now
All these
Wanna try and be my besty
But I take a left
And leave them hangin' like a
Trash talk to 'em
Then I put 'em in a Hefty
Runnin' 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 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
You a rookie to me
I'm in that wham-bam purple Lam
Damn you been a fan
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
DTP
And when we all alone
I might just tip her
She down the
Like a certified
When we all alone
I might tip, tip her
She down the
Like a certified
When-when we all alone
I might just tip her
She down the
Like a certified
When we all alone
I might just tip her
She down the
Like a certified
I Kinda like that