This is a sequel to 2001's "Reckless Abandon", and features the band looking back on their clumsy youth fondly.
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
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
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My Chick Bad Lyrics as written by Derrelle Davidson Christopher Brian Bridges
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