Chris Brown - Bomb Lyrics

Send "Bomb" ringtone to your cell

Im just tryna beat it up he could it acapella

We should go back to my crib thats what Ima 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 Im the realest

Tell the waiters we gon need more cases

And when you think the moneys 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 dont wanna leave

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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

Im 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 Ima 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 dont 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

Send "Bomb" ringtone to your cell