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My bad
My chick
My chick do stuff dat ya chick she could
My bad
My hood
My do stuff dat ya chick wish she could

(D.T.P.)
My chick bad, than yours
My my chick bad, badder yours
My my my chick bad, badder than

I'm saying my bad
My chick
My chick do stuff your chick wish she could
My bad, badder than yours
My chick do stuff I can't even put in words
Her swagger stop
Her won't quit
So fool pipe down you ain't talkin' bout
My chick bad, me if you seen her
She always bring the racket like and Serena
All white top, all belt
And all white jeans, looking like milk
No for games, she's full grown
My chick bad, your chick to go home

My bad (bad)
My chick (hood)
My chick do stuff dat ya chick she could
My bad (bad)
My hood (hood)
My chick do dat ya chick wish she could

My chick bad, badder yours
My my bad, badder than yours
My my my bad, badder than yours

Now your girl might be but my girl sicker
She rides dick and she handles her liquor
Will knock a out and fight!
out swinging like Tiger Woods wife
Yeah she could get a hasty
Chicks better cover up there chests pasty's
Couple girl friends and they all a crazy
Coming the street like a parade Macy's
I fill her up
Test her and get drawn like cartoons
Doh, but I ain't talkin' bout
Chick so bad the whole crew bone her

My bad (yeah)
My hood (hood)
My chick do stuff dat ya wish she could
My bad (oh)
My chick hood (and I'm it)
My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she

My chick bad, badder than
My my chick bad, badder than
My my my bad, badder than yours

Yo, now all bitches wanna try and be my bestie
But I take a left and leave them hanging like a
Trash to 'em then I put 'em in a hefty
Running down the court I'm dunkin' on em Leslie.
It's going down, basement, Friday the 13th guess playing Jason
Tuck yourself in you better on to your teddy
It's nightmare on Elm street and who's playing Freddy
(My bad)
Chef for me, they say my shoe game crazy
The mental looking for me
You a to me
I'm in dat wam bam purple Lam' bitch you been a fan.

My chick bad (don't get now)
My hood
My do stuff dat ya chick wish she could
(Disturbing the peace)
My bad
My hood
My chick do stuff dat ya wish she could

My chick bad, badder yours
My my chick bad, badder than
My my my chick bad, badder than

And when we all
I just tip her
She down the pole
Like a certified
we all alone
I might tip her
She down the pole
Like a stripper
we all alone
I might tip her
She down the pole
When we all
I just tip her
She slides down the
Like a certified