Songs Lyrics: Nicki Minaj

My Chick Bad

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 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 (listen)

I'm saying 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

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 looking like milk

No time for games, she's full grown

My 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 could

My 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 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

Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker

She rides that dick and she handles her liquor

Will knock a bitch out and fight

Comin' out swinging like Tiger Woods wife

Yeah, she could get a little hasty

Chicks better cover up they chest like pasties

Couple girl friends and they all a little 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 talkin' bout homer

Chick 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 could

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 (yo, yo) (let's go)

Now all these bitches wanna try and be my bestie

But I take a left and leave them hanging like a teste

Trash talk to 'em then I put 'em in a hefty

Running down the court, I'm dunkin' on 'em, Lisa Leslie

It's goin' down, basement

Friday The 13th, guess who's playin' Jason?

Tuck yourself in, you better hold on to your teddy

It's Nightmare On Elm Street and guess who's playin' Freddy? (Oh)

(My chick bad) chef cooking for me

They say my shoe game crazy, the mental Asylum looking for me

You a rookie to me

I'm in that wham-bam purple Lamb

Damn bitch, you been a fan

My chick bad (don't get scared now)

My chick hood

My 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 yours

My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours

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

My-my chick bad (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 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

When we all alone

I might just tip her

She slides down the pole

Like a certified stripper, I kinda like that