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“Bomb” is an ode to women with well-refined buttocks. In Chris' verses, he compares a woman’s behind to a reindeer, boasts about his measurements, and flaunts his iced out jewelry and flashy cars. In Wiz’s verse, he alludes to the actual bombing incident of 9/11, and encourages women to go back to h...
[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
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Wiz Khalifa]
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-woah)
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-woah)
Ladies put your hands up if you got that bomb-bomb (Oh-woah, hahahahaha)
Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, somethin' like a pimp (Pimp), nothin' like them other fellas
Heard that you the shit (S-Shit), girl, we should blow up together
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 acapella (Acapella)
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
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Sevyn Streeter, Wiz Khalifa]
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, piece (What up, Breezy?)
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave (It's your young nigga, Wiz)
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Wiz Khalifa]
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-woah)
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-woah)
Ladies put your hands up if you got that bomb-bomb (Oh-woah, yeah)
Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Hold up kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby
I'm in that black Bugatti and I'm off that Carlo Rossi
I'm-I'm-I'm with that Taylor possé, 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 (Bloaw!)
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Sevyn Streeter]
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, piece (Hahaha, you know)
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave (Yeah, leggo!)
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-woah)
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-woah)
Ladies put your hands up if you got that bomb-bomb (Oh-woah)
Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (Yeah, yeah)
[Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
Yup, so when your kush smell like that good weed, man, blame it on me
Don't even blame Breezy, man, blame that shit on me man
Hahahahaha, uh, yup
Bomb was written by Steph Jones (R&B) & Jean-Baptiste Semerdjian & DJ Replay & Michael McHenry & Free School & Sevyn Streeter & Kevin McCall & Wiz Khalifa & Chris Brown & Winston Riley.
Bomb was produced by Free School.
Chris Brown released Bomb on Fri Mar 18 2011.
It was one of those records that was spur of the moment, so it’s confusing at the same time. Jean Baptiste had brought the beat in and was like, ‘This beat is crazy.’ So, then I did a verse, and Wiz came by the studio just to chill, and I asked him, ‘Do you want to put a verse on it?’ And he was lik...
Yes! “Bomb” marks the eleventh collaboration between the duo following:
5 tracks on In My Zone 2 (Nov. 2010)
“I Know” (Dec. 2010)
“She Ain’t You,” “Say It With Me,” “Wet the Bed,” and “Oh My Love” also from F.A.M.E
Yes! “Bomb” marks the second collaboration between the duo following December 2010’s “I Know.”