[Chris Brown]
All my ladies put ya hands up
All my ladies put ya hands up
If আপনি got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know আপনি got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if আপনি that bomb-bomb
Girl আপনি 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 প্রশ্ন bout my size, I give আপনি the answer
Girl আপনি got that good good
I already know
Tell it দ্বারা your size
I know আপনি a dancer
Rein-derierre, I'ma call আপনি Prancer
Booty paparazzi, pose for the camera
All my ladies if আপনি got it let me know
She thick in her hips, Cold than a motha
Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker
আপেল looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave
If আপনি got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know আপনি got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if আপনি got bomb-bomb
Girl আপনি got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
[Wiz Khalifa]
Something like a pimp, nothin' like them other fellas
Heard that আপনি the shit, girl we should blow up together
Ooh I know আপনি 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 অথবা two of them, cause your বন্ধু 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 আরো cases
And when আপনি think the money's gone we spending আরো 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
আপেল looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave
If আপনি got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know আপনি got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if আপনি got bomb-bomb
Girl আপনি got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
Hold up kimosabe, my ডাবা 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, আপনি can call me cocky
Any stage অথবা any beat আপনি 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
আপেল looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave
If আপনি got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know আপনি got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if আপনি got bomb-bomb
Girl আপনি got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
All my ladies put ya hands up
All my ladies put ya hands up
If আপনি got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know আপনি got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if আপনি that bomb-bomb
Girl আপনি 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 প্রশ্ন bout my size, I give আপনি the answer
Girl আপনি got that good good
I already know
Tell it দ্বারা your size
I know আপনি a dancer
Rein-derierre, I'ma call আপনি Prancer
Booty paparazzi, pose for the camera
All my ladies if আপনি got it let me know
She thick in her hips, Cold than a motha
Licking her lips, a bad mothasucker
আপেল looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave
If আপনি got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know আপনি got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if আপনি got bomb-bomb
Girl আপনি got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
[Wiz Khalifa]
Something like a pimp, nothin' like them other fellas
Heard that আপনি the shit, girl we should blow up together
Ooh I know আপনি 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 অথবা two of them, cause your বন্ধু 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 আরো cases
And when আপনি think the money's gone we spending আরো 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
আপেল looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave
If আপনি got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know আপনি got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if আপনি got bomb-bomb
Girl আপনি got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
Hold up kimosabe, my ডাবা 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, আপনি can call me cocky
Any stage অথবা any beat আপনি 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
আপেল looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave
If আপনি got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Know আপনি got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put ya hands up if আপনি got bomb-bomb
Girl আপনি got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb