[Hook: Kenny]
Lord, lord, lord
I ain't ever seen a chick so bad
Yo, I mean this chick so bad
Oh, lord, lord, lord
Had you ever seen this chick I had
You'd agree this chick is cash
My lord, lord, lord
I fiend for chicks this bad
My meaning isn't to brag
But lord, lord, lord
If you was blessed to meet this chick I had
You'd agree your chick is trash
My lord, lord, lord

[Verse 1: Kenny]
Gingerly she step in, she could teach a lesson
How to take away a breath and take away your stressin'
Get rid of the depression, she was riveting, refreshin'
She was great to see undressin'
She was physically blessed and picture a perfection
Better than the next and thicker than the rest is
Prettiest expressions, even when we sexin'
I would get up in it every minute, every second
Mentally complexin', cinnamon complexion
Should've been an essence, even loved her essence
Called her Smith & Wesson, deadly as a weapon
Think she was the physical embodiment of heaven
Lord, lord
[Verse 2: Julius Luciano]
They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Well, the whole world must behold her
Her beauty is unequivocal
Trying to give it description is difficult
I'mma stick with this chick, won't get rid of this chick
We inseparable, we indivisible
You got good genes, no acid wash
You're the flyest sting, her ass is a wasp
Ass is massive, never seen an ass as sick
Whenever her ass sits down my ass sit and watch
Damn, she's so stunning
I'm wondering how her swagger is cold, but she hot
Nah, don't answer, I know she's a gangrene and she's leavin' bad to the bone

[Hook: Kenny]

[Verse 3: Demetrius Capone]
I was floored when this gorgeous chick just came through that door
Man, she so fly tonight she might soar
A sight for sore eyes, but not no eyesore
If I score with her, call that a high score
And just like the chorus, oh my lord (wait a minute)
I be itching and itching to get her attention
Not to mention I've envisioned her sitting her up in the kitchen
Not to get her to wash the dishes
But lifting her on the counter and then I'm knocking her down
She finger-licking delicious (wait a minute, wait)
Face like Aaliyah, shaped like Alicia
Taste like a piece of cake when I eat her, wait 'til I freak her
Frame like a Beyonce, need to make her my fiance
Can't wait til I greet her
Lord, lord
[Verse 4: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
You are a picture of gorgeousness
I only see you, I ignore these chicks
I want you to come over to my place
I used to be a player, but I changed
You make a n***a wanna get on a different page
And get rid of my old page like MySpace
I mean just look at this broad's face
Ass, tits, thighs, waist
You fly from your head to your toes
I'mma give you a rose, you need flowers like a vas, vase
Lord, lord, oh lord
You wanna fuck with me then I'm on board
I'mma get this woman to cum for me
Cause she the kind of woman that I'd go for

[Hook]