[Lyrics] Chike – Bad Lyrics

My chick badMy chick hoodMy chick do stuff that your chick wish she couldMy-my chick badMy chick hoodMy chick do stuff that your chick wish she could(DTP)My chick bad, badder-badder than yoursMy-my chick bad, badder-badder than yoursMy-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yoursMy-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours (listen)

I’m saying my chick badMy chick hoodMy chick do stuff that your chick wish she couldMy chick bad, badder than yoursMy chick do stuff that I can’t even put in wordsHer swagger don’t stopHer body won’t quitSo fool, pipe down you ain’t talkin’ ’bout shitMy chick bad, tell me if you seen herShe always bring the racket like Venus and SerenaAll white top, all white beltAnd all white jeans, body looking like milkNo time for games, she’s full grownMy chick bad, tell your chick to go home

My chick bad (yeah)My chick hood (hood)My chick do stuff that your chick wish she couldMy chick bad (bad)My chick hood (hood)My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (let’s go)My chick bad, badder-badder than yoursMy-my chick bad, badder-badder than yoursMy-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yoursMy-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours

Now your girl might be sick but my girl sickerShe rides that dick and she handles her liquorWill knock a bitch out and fightComin’ out swinging like Tiger Woods wifeYeah, she could get a little hastyChicks better cover up they chest like pastiesCouple girl friends and they all a little crazyComin’ down the street like a parade, Macy’sI fill her up, balloonsTest her and guns get drawn like cartoonsDoh, but I ain’t talkin’ bout homerChick so bad, the whole crew wanna bone her

My chick bad (yeah)My chick hood (hood)My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (oh)My chick bad (and I’m lovin’ it)My chick hood (hey)My chick do stuff that your chick wish she couldMy chick bad, badder-badder than yoursMy-my chick bad, badder-badder than yoursMy-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yoursMy-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours (yo, yo) (let’s go)

Now all these bitches wanna try and be my bestieBut I take a left and leave them hanging like a testeTrash talk to ’em then I put ’em in a heftyRunning down the court, I’m dunkin’ on ’em, Lisa LeslieIt’s goin’ down, basementFriday The 13th, guess who’s playin’ Jason?Tuck yourself in, you better hold on to your teddyIt’s Nightmare On Elm Street and guess who’s playin’ Freddy? (Oh)(My chick bad) chef cooking for meThey say my shoe game crazy, the mental Asylum looking for meYou a rookie to meI’m in that wham-bam purple LambDamn bitch, you been a fan

My chick bad (don’t get scared now)My chick hoodMy chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (disturbing the peace, ayy)My chick bad (what?)My chick hood (what?)My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (let’s go)My chick bad, badder-badder than yoursMy-my chick bad, badder-badder than yoursMy-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yoursMy-my chick bad (DTP)

And when we all aloneI might just tip herShe slides down the poleLike a certified stripperWhen we all aloneI might just tip herShe slides down the poleLike a certified stripperWhen we all aloneI might just tip herShe slides down the poleLike a certified stripperWhen we all aloneI might just tip herShe slides down the poleLike a certified stripper, I kinda like that

 

 

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