Name: Bomb
Duration: 3 min 33 s
Description: Слушайте песню Bomb - Chris Brown, Wiz Khalifa онлайн с альбома F.A.M.E. (Expanded Edition) в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 3:33. Год выхода - 2011

F.A.M.E. (Expanded Edition)

Chris Brown

Tyga

Kevin McCall

Deuces

Up To You

No BS

Lil Wayne

Busta Rhymes

Look At Me Now

She Ain't You

Say It With Me

Yeah 3x

Justin Bieber

Next To You

All Back

Ludacris

Wet The Bed

Oh My Love

Should've Kissed You

Wiz Khalifa

Bomb

You know we had to, uh, pass them some papers on this one, let's go

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 that bomb-bomb (you know, you gon' have to bring that bomb)

Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb

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

All my ladies, if you got it, let me know

You know shawty thick in her hips, cold than a mother

Apple lookin' so ripe, she make me want a piece (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 (oh-whoa)

Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (oh-whoa)

Ladies put your hands up if you got that bomb-bomb (oh-whoa, hahahahaha)

Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (yeah, yeah)

Ooh, I know you got that bomb shit, call it 9/11

I'm just tryna beat it up, h-h-he could do it a cappella (a cappella)

We should go back to my crib, that's what I'ma tell her

Bring one or two of them 'cause your friends lookin' kinda jealous

R-r-rollin' papers like propellers, blowin' mozzarella

Lotta niggas in the club, who cares? I'm the realest

Tell the waitress, uh, we gon' need more cases

And when you think the money's gone, I'm spendin' more faces

She with homeboy (homeboy), but she want this

Six cars, eight chains, three cribs, one Wiz

You know shawty thick in her hips, cold than a mother (hahahahaha)

Lickin' her lips, a bad mothersucker (yeah, uh)

Apple lookin' so ripe, she make me want a piece (what up, breezy?)

I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave (it's your young nigga, wiz)

Ladies put your hands up if you got that bomb-bomb (oh-whoa, yeah)

Hold up Kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby

I'm in that black Bugatti and I'm off that Carlo Rose

I'm-I'm-I'm with that Taylor posse, these ladies wanna party

And there's 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 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 shit up and he ridin' shotty (baow)

You know shawty thick in her hips, cold than a mother (okay)

Lickin' her lips, a bad mothersucker (hahahaha)

Apple lookin' so ripe, she make me want a piece (hahaha, you know)

I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave (yeah, leggo!)

Ladies put your hands up if you got that bomb-bomb (oh-whoa)

Yup, so when your bitch smell like that good weed, man, blame it on me

Don't even blame Breezy, man, blame that shit on me, man

Слушайте песню Bomb - Chris Brown, Wiz Khalifa онлайн с альбома F.A.M.E. (Expanded Edition) в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 3:33. Год выхода - 2011

Bomb

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