Bomb Chris Brown (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa, Chris Brown]
Hahahahaha yeah
It's your nigga young Khalifa man, Chris Breezy
All my ladies put your hands up, yeah, Taylor Gang
All my ladies put your hands up
You know we, uh, have to pass them some papers on this one, let's go

[Chorus: Chris Brown, Wiz Khalifa]
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Hahahahaha)
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put your hands up if you got that bomb-bomb
(You know, you gon' have to bring that bomb)
Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Oh me, oh my, body like a monster
Let me get inside, ya booty, I'ma conquer
Ain't no question 'bout my size, I'll give you the answer
Girl, you got that good good, I already know
Tell it by your size, I know you a dancer
Rein-derriere, I'ma call you Prancer
Booty paparazzi, pose for the camera
All my ladies, if you got it, let me know

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Sevyn Streeter]
You know shawty thick in her hips, cold than a mother
Lickin' her lips, a bad mothersucker
Apple lookin' so ripe, she make me want a piece, piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave