"Bomb"은(는) Chris Brown, Wiz Khalifa의 곡입니다, 2011, Pop. 길이는 2:59, 66 lines / 498 words.
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0:05Chris Brown]
0:12All my ladies put ya hands up
0:17All my ladies put ya hands up
0:23If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
0:25Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
0:28Ladies put ya hands up if you that bomb-bomb
0:31Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
0:34Oh me oh my body like a monster
0:37Let me get inside if ya booty I’ma conquer
0:40If ya question bout my size I give you the answer
0:43Girl you got that good good
0:45I already know
0:46Tell it by your size
0:47I know you a dancer
0:49Rein-derierre I’ma call you Prancer
0:52Booty paparaz pose for the camera
0:54All my ladies if you got it let me know
0:58She thick in her hips Cold than a motha
1:00Licking her lips a bad mothasucker
1:03Apple looking so right she make me want a piece
1:06I give it to her all night so she don’t wanna leave
1:09If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
1:11Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
1:14Ladies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bomb
1:16Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
1:19Wiz Khalifa]
1:20Something like a pimp nothin’ like them other fellas
1:23Heard that you the sh*t girl we should blow up together
1:26Ooh I know you got that bomb sh*t call it 9/11
1:29I’m just tryna beat it up he could it acapella
1:32We should go back to my crib thats what I’ma tell her
1:35Bring one or two of them cause your friends looking kinda jealous
1:37Rolling papers like propellors blowing mozarella
1:40Lotta n-ggas in the club who cares I’m the realest
1:43Tell the waiters we gon need more cases
1:46And when you think the money’s gone we spending more faces
1:49She with homeboy but she want this
1:526 cars 8 chains 3 cribs 1 Wiz
1:55Chris Brown]
1:55She thick in her hips Cold than a mother
1:57Licking her lips a bad mothersucker
2:00Apple looking so right she make me want a piece
2:03I give it to her all night so she don’t wanna leave
2:06If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
2:08Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
2:11Ladies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bomb
2:14Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
2:17Hold up kimosabe my crib look like a lobby
2:20I’m in that black Bugatti
2:22And I’m off that Carlo Rossi
2:23I with that Taylor Posse
2:24These ladies wanna party
2:26And theres so much ice up on my neck it look like I play hockey
2:29So hold up n-gga stop me
2:30All these haters watch me
2:32I give her the pill and the D you can call me cocky
2:35Any stage or any beat you know I’ma body
2:37And Wiz roll that good sh*t up and he riding shotty
2:40She thick in her hips Cold than a mother
2:43Licking her lips a bad mothersucker
2:45Apple looking so right she make me want a piece
2:48I give it to her all night so she don’t wanna leave
2:51If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
2:54Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
2:57Ladies put ya hands up if you got bomb-bomb
2:59Girl you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
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 sh*t girl we should blow up together Ooh I know you got that bomb sh*t 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 n-ggas 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’m off that Carlo Rossi I with that Taylor Posse These ladies wanna party And theres so much ice up on my neck it look like I play hockey So hold up n-gga stop me All these haters watch me I give her the pill and the D you can call me cocky Any stage or any beat you know I’ma body And Wiz roll that good sh*t 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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