Chris Brown - Bomb lyrics

[Chris Brown:] 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 if ya booty I'm a 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-derriere, I'm a call you Prancer Booty paparazzi, pose for the camera All my ladies if you got it let me know Shawty thick in her hips, Cold than a mother Licking her lips, a bad mothers**er 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 got bomb-bomb Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb [Wiz Khalifa:] Something like a pimp, nothin' like them other fellas Heard that you the sh**, girl we should blow up together Ooh I know you got that bomb sh**, call it 9/11 I'm just tryna beat it up, he could do it acapella We should go back to my crib, that's what I'm a tell her Bring one or two of them, cause your friends looking kinda jealous Rolling papers like propellers blowing mozzarella Lotta n***as in the club, who cares I'm the realest Tell the waiters we gonna need more cases And when you think the money's gone we spending more faces She with homeboy, but she want this 6 cars, 8 chains, 3 cribs, 1 Wiz [Chris Brown:] Shawty thick in her hips, Cold than a mother Licking her lips, a bad mother s**er 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 got 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 n***a, stop me All these haters watch me I give it up, your in the deep, you can call me co*ky Any stage or any beat you know I'm a body And Wiz roll that good sh** up and he riding shotty She thick in her hips, Cold than a mother Licking her lips, a bad mother s**er 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 got bomb-bomb Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb