Nelly, Wiz Khalifa, Fabolous - My Chick Better lyrics

Fabolous [John David Jackson]

[Nelly, Wiz Khalifa, Fabolous - My Chick Better lyrics]

Your bitch bad, your bitch bad
Your bitch bad, but my bitch better
I said my bitch better, my bitch better
My bitch better, my bitch better than yours
You even get mad, that's just the way it is

You know she walk like that talk like that
Dress like the shit
She 5'5 got brown eyes you
Damn right she thick
That daytime that night time
Man anytime she with
That's why that YSL and that Louboutin
And that Gucci bag she get
I ride out she ride out
I'm somewhere she flyin' out
Quit me and she wilin' out
I click clack she fired out like (pow pow)
My 45 her 9's out like (pow pow)
Then stop, like timeout
No disrespect to your broad I know
She might be your hard
But mine is more like my brain
Without her man I'm insane
Got down bitch and a round ass
Shotgun in the ghost while I'm
Whipping up the coast
Passin while I'm whipping up the dope
If she run for president I be
The first nigga to vote

Your bitch bad, your bitch bad
Your bitch bad, but my bitch better
I said my bitch better, my bitch better
My bitch better, my bitch better than yours
You even get mad, that's just the way it is

I'm talking watch up grades
She get better with time
I write a song about her
Probably better my rhymes
Throw down in the kitchen
Might need better then moms
Wake me up with some head
Ain't no better alarm
Move in by myself, a force when we together
I was sick of these niggas
Of course she made me better
I put her in her position
Others never could be in
Couple racks for her shoes but
She never been skiing
Kind you never be seeing, everything European
She look black, white, Spanish
And mixed with Korean i say she the baddest
Cause I don't know no better
I say she the baddest
And I don't know no better

Your bitch bad, your bitch bad
Your bitch bad, but my bitch better
I said my bitch better, my bitch better
My bitch better, my bitch better than yours
You even get mad, that's just the way it is

Uh, pulled up smellin' just like Marley
Spent all that bread on Givenchy
Your bitches more less be basic
My bitch fly private rock fly shit
That 911 she driving in it
Off shore she diving in it
Rolex match Rolex I hit the
Jeweler go buy some minutes
Lift weights I pound up in it
Hit the walls I climb up in it
Applause need a round up in it
Ever lost I get found up in it
I'm a boss and my lady floss when
I take her down in rodeo
You would think they was on pay roll
They don't close the store till I say so
And the car I'm riding is payed for
She know I'm high when I'm going
Places you know I'm fly
When you step outside niggas know you
Fine but they know you mine

Your bitch bad, your bitch bad
Your bitch bad, but my bitch better
I said my bitch better, my bitch better
My bitch better, my bitch better than yours
You even get mad, that's just the way it is

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