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Bomb by Chris Brown Bomb lyrics Songwriters: Nick Mash;Cameron Jibril Thomaz;Steph Jones;Amber Streeter;Michael Mc Henry;Ryan Buendia;Christopher Brown;Winston Riley;Andrew John Watkins;Kevin Mc Call Lyrics Featuring: Wiz Khalifa All my ladies, put ya hands up All my ladies, put ya hands up If you got that bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb Know you got that bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb Ladies, put ya hands up if you that bomb, bomb Girl, you got that bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb, bomb Oh, me, oh, my, body like a monster Let me get inside, ya booty I'ma conquer If ya question bout my size, I give you the answer Girl you got that good, good, I already know Tell it by your size, I know you a dancer Rein, derierre, I'ma call you 'Prancer' Booty paparazzi, pose for the camera All my ladies, if you got it let me know Because shawty thick in her hips, cold than 'em other Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece I give it to her all night so she don't wanna leave If you got that bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb Know you got that bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb Ladies, put ya hands up if you that bomb, bomb Girl, you got that bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb, bomb Something like a pimp, nothin' like them other fellas Heard that you the shit, girl, we should blow up together Ooh I know you got that bomb shit, call it nine, eleven I'm just tryna beat it up, he could it, acapella We should go back to my crib, that's what I'ma tell her Bring one or two of them 'cause your friends looking kinda jealous R-r-rolling papers like propellors blowing mozarella Lotta niggas in the club, who cares I'm the realest Tell the waiters we gon need more cases And when you think the money's gone we spending more faces She with homeboy but she want this Six cars, eight chains, three cribs, one Wiz Because shawty thick in her hips, cold than 'em other Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece I give it to her all night so she don't wanna leave If you got that bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb Know you got that bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb Ladies, put ya hands up if you that bomb, bomb Girl, you got that bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb, bomb Hold up kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby I'm in that black Bugatti and I off that Carlo Rossi I with that Taylor Posse, these ladies wanna party And there's so much ice up on my neck, it look like I play hockey So hold up, nigga, stop me, all these haters watch me I give it up, you're in the deep, you can call me cocky Any stage or any beat you know I'ma body And Wiz roll that good shit up and he riding shawty Because shawty thick in her hips, cold than 'em other Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece I give it to her all night so she don't wanna leave If you got that bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb Know you got that bomb, bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb Ladies, put ya hands up if you that bomb, bomb Girl, you got that bomb, ba, bomb, ba, bomb, bomb, bomb Yeah, so when you [Incomprehensible] Smell like that good weed, man, blame it on me You don't blame Weezy, man, blame that shit on me, man Yeah

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