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

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

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

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

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

Now girl might be sick but my girl sicker
She rides that dick and she her liquor
Will a bitch out and fight!
Coming out swinging Tiger Woods wife
Yeah she get a little hasty
Chicks better cover up chests like pasty's
Couple girl friends and they all a crazy
Coming down the like a parade Macy's
I fill her up
Test her and get drawn like cartoons
Doh, but I talkin' bout homer
Chick so bad the whole crew bone her

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

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

Yo, now all these bitches wanna try and be my
But I take a left and leave them hanging like a
Trash talk to 'em then I put 'em in a
down the court I'm dunkin' on em Lisa Leslie.
It's going down, basement, Friday the 13th guess who's playing
Tuck in you better hold on to your teddy
It's nightmare on Elm street and guess who's playing
(My bad)
cooking for me, they say my shoe game crazy
The Asylum 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, than yours

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