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      Chris Brown

      Album: F.A.M.E

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      Chris Brown - Bomb Música y Letra

      [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-derierre, I'm a 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, that's what I'm a 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 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, your in the deep, you can call me cocky
      Any stage or any beat you know I'm a 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

      Chris Brown - Bomb Música y Letra

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