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Bomb (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

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Bomb (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

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[Chris Brown]All my ladies put ya hands upAll my ladies put ya hands upIf you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bombKnow you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bombLadies put ya hands up if you that bomb-bombGirl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bombOh me, oh my, body like a monsterLet me get inside if ya booty I’ma conquerIf ya question bout my size, I give you the answerGirl you got that good goodI already knowTell it by your sizeI know you a dancerRein-derierre, I’ma call you PrancerBooty paparaz, pose for the cameraAll my ladies if you got it let me knowShe thick in her hips, Cold than a mothaLicking her lips, a bad mothasuckerApple looking so right, she make me want a pieceI give it to her all night, so she don’t wanna leaveIf you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bombKnow you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bombLadies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bombGirl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb[Wiz Khalifa]Something like a pimp, nothin’ like them other fellasHeard that you the shit, girl we should blow up togetherOoh I know you got that bomb shit, call it 9/11I’m just tryna beat it up, he could it acapellaWe should go back to my crib, thats what I’ma tell herBring one or two of them, cause your friends looking kinda jealousRolling papers like propellors blowing mozarellaLotta n-ggas in the club, who cares I’m the realestTell the waiters we gon need more casesAnd when you think the money’s gone we spending more facesShe with homeboy, but she want this6 cars, 8 chains, 3 cribs, 1 Wiz[Chris Brown]She thick in her hips, Cold than a motherLicking her lips, a bad mothersuckerApple looking so right, she make me want a pieceI give it to her all night, so she don’t wanna leaveIf you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bombKnow you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bombLadies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bombGirl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bombHold up kimosabe, my crib look like a lobbyI’m in that black Bugattiand I off that carlo RossiI with thta Taylor PosseThese ladies wanna partyAnd theres so much ice up on my neck it look like I play hockeySo hold up n-gga, stop meAll these haters watch meI give it up, your in the deep, you can call me cockyAny stage or any beat you know I’ma bodyAnd Wiz roll that good shit up and he riding shottyShe thick in her hips, Cold than a motherLicking her lips, a bad mothersuckerApple looking so right, she make me want a pieceI give it to her all night, so she don’t wanna leaveIf you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bombKnow you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bombLadies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bombGirl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bombMtk19-'
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