Song Details: I Fill Her Up Balloons Lyrics by Ludacris Ft. Nicki Minaj.. The song name is My Chick Bad sung by Ludacris Ft. Nicki Minaj.
I Fill Her Up Balloons Lyrics
[Chorus]
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-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
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Listen, I’m sayin’ 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 sh^t
M-m-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 lookin’ like milk
No-no time for games, she’s full grown
My chick bad, tell yo’ chick to go home
[Chorus]
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
(Let’s go!)
My-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
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Now-now-now-now-now-now, now your girl might be sick but my girl’s sicker
She rides that d^ck and she handles her liquor
Will knock a b^^ch out, annnnd fight
Comin’ out swingin’ like Tiger Woods’ wife
Yeahhh, she could get a little hasty
Chicks better cover up they chest like pasties
Couple girlfriends and they ALL a little crazy
Comin down the street like a parade, Macy’s
(Whoo!) I fill ‘er up, balloons
Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons
D’oh, but I ain’t talkin ’bout Homer
Chick’s so bad the whole crew wanna bone her, yeah
[Chorus]
My chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-my chick bad (and I’m lovin’ it!), my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-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
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, yo, now-now-now-now
Now all these b^^ches wanna try and be my bestie
But I take a left and leave them hangin’ like a testie
Trash talk to ’em then I put ’em in a Hefty
Runnin’ down the court I’m dunkin’ on ’em, Lisa Leslie
It-it-it-it-it’s goin’ down, basement
Friday the 13th, guess who’s playing Jason
Tuck yourself in, you better hold onto your teddy
It’s Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who’s playin’ Freddy
My chick bad, chef cookin’ for me
They say my shoe game crazy, the mental asylum lookin’ for me
(Ha ha ha ha), you a rookie to me
I’m in that wham-bam purple Lam, damn b^^ch you been a fan
[Chorus]
My chick bad (don’t get scared now, haha!), my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
(Disturbing Tha Peace!)
My-my chick bad, my chick hood
My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could
My-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
[Outro: Ludacris]
Luda, 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 tip, tip her
She slides down the pole, like a certified stripper
When-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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