Song My Chick Bad My Chick Hood Lyrics – Nicki Minaj

My Chick Bad My Chick Hood Lyrics

[Chorus]

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

(DTP!)

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

[Verse 1: Ludacris]

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 shit

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

[Chorus]

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

(Let’s go!)

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

[Verse 2: Ludacris]

Now-now-now-now-now-now, now your girl might be sick but my girl’s sicker

She rides that dick and she handles her liquor

Will knock a b^^ch out, annnnd fight

Comin’ out swingin’ like Tiger Woods’ wife

Yeahhh, 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

(Whoo!) I fill ‘er up, balloons

Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons

D’oh, but I ain’t talkin ’bout Homer

Chick’s so bad the whole crew wanna bone her, yeah

[Chorus]

My chick bad, my chick hood

My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could

My-my chick bad (and I’m lovin’ it!), 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

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]

Yo, yo, now-now-now-now

Now all these b^^ches wanna try and be my bestie

But I take a left and leave them hangin’ like a testie

Trash talk to ’em then I put ’em in a Hefty

Runnin’ down the court I’m dunkin’ on ’em, Lisa Leslie

It-it-it-it-it’s goin’ 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

(Ha ha ha ha), you a rookie to me

I’m in that wham-bam purple Lam, damn b^^ch you been a fan

[Chorus]

My chick bad (don’t get scared now, haha!), my chick hood

My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could

(Disturbing Tha Peace!)

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

[Outro: Ludacris]

Luda, DTP

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 tip, tip her

She slides down the pole, like a certified stripper

When-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, I kinda like that