Ludacris - My Chick Is Bad lyrics
My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff that ya chick wish she could My chick bad (the p**y rules the World version) My chick hood My chick do stuff that ya chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My my chick bad, badder than yours My my my chick bad, badder than yours My my chick bad, badder than yours Ride or die chick with a pocket full of relish Jimmy Choo fetish keep me fresh like lettuce b**hes get jealous cause I'm quite co*ky Since fourteen ain't nah hoes stop me Money I get it, on the tracks I spit it Thats why the credit cards don't come with no limits Y'all just don't get it, a crib with no tenets Walk through closets like I'm walking outta limits Now thats swagger on a hundred thousand trillion Row of bad b**hes and they all look Brazilian These n***as can't leave me, I swear they can't leave me Ass so fat and the p**y like Fiji My chick bad (diamond) My chick hood My chick do stuff that ya chick wish she could My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff that ya chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My my chick bad, badder than yours My my my chick bad, badder than yours My my chick bad, badder than yours I'm the baddest chick and they don't call me that for nothing Diamond princess straight VVS stuntin Like grey eyes, hour gla** frame Still got the crown for best a** in the game Hips of a Goddess, watch how I throw em So good it make 'em wanna tattoo my lips on 'em I'm so bad and I rep that hood p**y stay wet, s** so good 10 years strong you should act like you know me Hair so fine make you do the hokey Pokey A good stroke in and a good stroke out Now thats what I'm all about I'm the baddest My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff that ya chick wish she could My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff that ya chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My my chick bad, badder than yours My my my chick bad, badder than yours My chick bad, badder than yours Yeah I took a couple years off, came back still bussin' Still reppin' Philly still the Eve of destruction Still pushing bu*tons that'll do away the roof Still walk around with 5 thousand dollar boots So when I'm in the club the chicks get jealous 'Cause I'm dat b**h that still keep a mean fetish Still stack lettuce, still stack cheese And I got a bad temper tell your n***a say please 'Cause this is for the G's, never for the Busta's So put your diamond rings on and get yourself a hustler Better yet a customer, guaranteed to buy it Sick from the lips, caramel wanna try it My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff that ya chick wish she could My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff that ya chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My my chick bad, badder than yours My my my chick bad, badder than yours My chick bad, badder than yoursrs