文本歌词

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 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 sh*t
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 xxxx and she handles her liquor
I knock a b**ch 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 b**ches wanna try and be my besty
But I take a left and leave 'em hangin' like a testi
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 b**ch 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