Ludacris - My Chick Bad (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Ludacris - My Chick Bad (en) Lyrics
My chick bad, my chick hood, my
chick do stuff that your
Chick wish she could.
My chick bad, badder than
yours, my chick bad,
Badder than yours, my chick
bad, badder than yours,
My chick bad,
badder than yours.
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
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 time for games, she's full
grown, my chick bad,
Tell your chick to go home.
My chick bad,
my chick hood,
Now your girl might be sick
but my girl sicker,
She rides that --- and she
handles her liquor.
Will knock a -----
out and fight,
Comin' out swingin' like
tiger woods' wife.
She can get a little hasty, chicks
better cover up they
Chests like pasties, couple girlfriends
and they all a
Little 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 talkin'
'bout homer,
Chick so bad the whole
crew wanna her.
Now all these wanna try
And be my bestie, 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 goin' down, basement,
friday the 13th,
Guess who's playin' jason,
tuck yourself in,
You better hold
on to 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.
(Don't get scared now, disturbing
tha peace, what,
What. Let's go!)
My chick bad,
And when we all alone I
must just tip her,
Like a certified
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