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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
[Ludacris]
[Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya 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 [Ludacris] [Verse 1] 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 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's full grown My chick bad, tell your chick to go home [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya 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 [Ludacris] [Verse 2] Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker She rides that dick and she handles her liquor She knock a bitch out, and fight Coming out swinging like Tiger Woods' wife Yeah, she could get a little hasty Chicks better cover up there chests like pasties Couple girl friends and they all a little crazy Coming down the street like a parade, Macy's I fill her up, balloons Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons D'oh, but I aint talkin bout Homer Chick so bad the whole crew wanna bone her [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya 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 [Nicki Minaj] [Verse 3] Now all these bitches wanna try and be my besty But I take a left and leave them hanging like a testi Trash talk to em then I put em in a hefty Running down a court I'm thuggin on them Lisa Lefty 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 (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'm in dat wam bam purple Lam damn bitch you been a fan [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya 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 [Ludacris] [Outro] 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 |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
[Ludacris]
[Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya 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 [Ludacris] [Verse 1] 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 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's full grown My chick bad, tell your chick to go home [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya 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 [Ludacris] [Verse 2] Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker She rides that dick and she handles her liquor She knock a bitch out, and fight Coming out swinging like Tiger Woods' wife Yeah, she could get a little hasty Chicks better cover up there chests like pasties Couple girl friends and they all a little crazy Coming down the street like a parade, Macy's I fill her up, balloons Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons D'oh, but I aint talkin bout Homer Chick so bad the whole crew wanna bone her [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya 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 [Nicki Minaj] [Verse 3] Now all these bitches wanna try and be my besty But I take a left and leave them hanging like a testi Trash talk to em then I put em in a hefty Running down a court I'm thuggin on them Lisa Lefty 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 (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'm in dat wam bam purple Lam damn bitch you been a fan [Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya 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 [Ludacris] [Outro] 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 |
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