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
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
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
Shawty thick in her hips, cold than a mother
Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker
Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a 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 that bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa, hahahahaha)
Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (Yeah, yeah)
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 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)
Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker (Yeah, uh)
Apple looking 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)
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 that bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa, yeah)
Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (Yeah, yeah)
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 (Blow!)
You know shawty thick in her hips, cold than a mother (Okay)
Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker (Hahahaha)
Apple looking 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!)
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 that bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa)
Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (Yeah, yeah)
Yup, so when your good smell like that good weed, man, blame it on me
Don’t even blame Breezy, man, blame that shit on me man
Hahahahaha, yup
An Irresistible Party Anthem
“Bomb” by Chris Brown, featuring Wiz Khalifa, is a high-energy track that celebrates confidence, allure, and the vibe of a lively party. The lyrics are packed with playful bravado, as the artists praise women who stand out in the crowd. The repeated chorus, with its catchy “bomb-bomb-ba-bomb” hook, becomes an anthem for self-assured women, encouraging them to own their confidence and presence. The verses are laced with witty metaphors and references to luxury, nightlife, and irresistible attraction, painting a picture of a night where inhibitions are left at the door and everyone is ready to celebrate.
Modern Swagger and Playful Wordplay
Throughout the song, both Chris Brown and Wiz Khalifa bring their signature charisma, blending clever wordplay with contemporary pop and hip-hop sensibilities. The playful exchanges and energetic delivery create a feel-good atmosphere, making “Bomb” a staple for fans looking for a fun, danceable track. The interplay of swagger and humor, combined with a pulsating beat, ensures this song remains a standout in Chris Brown’s discography.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown (featuring Wiz Khalifa)
- Songwriters: Chris Brown, Wiz Khalifa