[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’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
paparaz, pose for the camera
All my ladies if you got it let me
know
She thick in her hips, Cold than a motha
Licking her lips, a
bad mothasucker
Apple looking so right, 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 shit, girl we should blow up together
Ooh I know you
got that bomb shit, call it 9/11
I’m just tryna beat it up, he could
it acapella
We should go back to my crib, thats what I’ma tell her
Bring
one or two of them, cause your friends looking kinda jealous
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
6 cars, 8 chains, 3 cribs, 1 Wiz
[Chris
Brown:]
She thick in her hips, Cold than a mother
Licking her
lips, a bad mothersucker
Apple looking so right, 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 thta Taylor Posse
These ladies
wanna party
And theres 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, your 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
shotty
She thick in her hips, Cold than a mother
Licking her
lips, a bad mothersucker
Apple looking so right, 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
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