[Chris Brown]
All my ladies put ya hands up
All my ladies put ya hands up
If آپ got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know آپ got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if آپ that bomb-bomb
Girl آپ 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 سوال bout my size, I give آپ the answer
Girl آپ got that good good
I already know
Tell it سے طرف کی your size
I know آپ a dancer
Rein-derierre, I'ma call آپ Prancer
Booty paparazzi, pose for the camera
All my ladies if آپ got it let me know
She thick in her hips, Cold than a motha
Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker
سیب, ایپل looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave
If آپ got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know آپ got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if آپ got bomb-bomb
Girl آپ got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
[Wiz Khalifa]
Something like a pimp, nothin' like them other fellas
Heard that آپ the shit, girl we should blow up together
Ooh I know آپ 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 یا two of them, cause your دوستوں looking kinda jealous
Rolling papers like propellers blowing mozarella
Lotta n-ggas in the club, who cares I'm the realest
Tell the waiters we gon need مزید cases
And when آپ think the money's gone we spending مزید 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
سیب, ایپل looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave
If آپ got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know آپ got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if آپ got bomb-bomb
Girl آپ got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
Hold up kimosabe, my پالنے, پالنا 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 n-gga, stop me
All these haters watch me
I give it up, your in the deep, آپ can call me cocky
Any stage یا any beat آپ 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
سیب, ایپل looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave
If آپ got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know آپ got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if آپ got bomb-bomb
Girl آپ got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
All my ladies put ya hands up
All my ladies put ya hands up
If آپ got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know آپ got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if آپ that bomb-bomb
Girl آپ 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 سوال bout my size, I give آپ the answer
Girl آپ got that good good
I already know
Tell it سے طرف کی your size
I know آپ a dancer
Rein-derierre, I'ma call آپ Prancer
Booty paparazzi, pose for the camera
All my ladies if آپ got it let me know
She thick in her hips, Cold than a motha
Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker
سیب, ایپل looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave
If آپ got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know آپ got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if آپ got bomb-bomb
Girl آپ got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
[Wiz Khalifa]
Something like a pimp, nothin' like them other fellas
Heard that آپ the shit, girl we should blow up together
Ooh I know آپ 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 یا two of them, cause your دوستوں looking kinda jealous
Rolling papers like propellers blowing mozarella
Lotta n-ggas in the club, who cares I'm the realest
Tell the waiters we gon need مزید cases
And when آپ think the money's gone we spending مزید 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
سیب, ایپل looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave
If آپ got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know آپ got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if آپ got bomb-bomb
Girl آپ got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
Hold up kimosabe, my پالنے, پالنا 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 n-gga, stop me
All these haters watch me
I give it up, your in the deep, آپ can call me cocky
Any stage یا any beat آپ 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
سیب, ایپل looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave
If آپ got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know آپ got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if آپ got bomb-bomb
Girl آپ got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb