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, 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 

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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 

Smell like that good weed, man, blame it on me 

You don't blame Weezy, man, blame that shit on me, man 

Yeah