Sponge Bob – When Worlds Collide Lyrics
Sponge Bob – When Worlds Collide Lyrics
Title: When Worlds Collide Lyrics
Artist: Sponge Bob Lyrics
These are When Worlds Collide Lyrics by Sponge Bob
When worlds collide,
You can run,
But no can hide.
When worlds collide,
you’ll laugh so hard,
you’ll swear you died.
When worlds collide,
Hold my hand and I’ll be your guide.
When worlds collide,
(Buckle, buckle)
Buckle up for the sweetest ride,
And prepare to have your mind blown wide,
When worlds collide, When worlds collide.
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When worlds collide,
it’s a curious thing,
Bet you’ve never heard a robot and a caveman sing,
In his metal chest are some working parts,
How is that different from a beating heart?
I’m from the future,
And I’m from the past,
But that don’t mean this friendship was built to last.
He was made in a lab,
And I was born in a cave,
So let me hear you’re holler for this inta-era rave!
You…you… you, you can run,
But you can’t hide,
When… when worlds collide.
Original Lyrics Sponge Bob – When Worlds Collide Lyrics
Sponge Bob – When Worlds Collide Lyrics
Big Charlie – Roses Lyrics
Big Charlie – Roses Lyrics
Title: Roses Lyrics
Artist: Big Charlie Lyrics
These are Roses Lyrics by Big Charlie
I came with roses but
I left like a loser now
in this street
my broken arms
can’t effort
the weight of me
billions of quarrels
just killing time
You said I know
I run and you come
why should I stay
here waiting?
Be my baby
with your hand
around my throat
leave them play now
to let me feel every breath
I can’t wonder
about the consequence
the clock stops ticking
when you see my bulging eyes
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You said I know
I run and you come
why should I stay
here waiting?
I said stop now
your pride comes first
but my time is left
while I’m waiting
You didn’t waver
you sold all my trust
in a bookstall in portobello road
bartered with rag doll
Original Lyrics Big Charlie – Roses Lyrics
Big Charlie – Roses Lyrics
Wale – The Trip Lyrics
Wale The Trip Lyrics
Title: The Trip Lyrics
Artist: Wale Lyrics
These are The Trip Lyrics by Wale
Okay my game tight My game right
Don’t even know her name until I know her taste right.
I said my game tight My game tight
Don’t even know her name until I know her taste right.
Passion that she’s asking for Her man always slacking, no?
That why when he outta town I make sure she is not alone
That’s when she gon hit my phone and tell me what’s been goin on
Tell me whats been on her mind and im inclined to know some mo’
Tired at her normal seat 9 to 5 is all it be
Cubical small as shit and coworkers is talkative
(?) don’t call the crib boyfriend on that jealous shit
He fathers her only kid that’s why my homies let him live
But Friday night she gon make him babysit we gon blow that haze a bit and get away from all of it See it’s not right but it’s okay you see our love is just not the same cause any woman lacking love deserves is entitled to a get away.
Chorus
Seinfeld Skit
Good love then I can do that for her
I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her
It’s temporary lust you need an in showing
And for the time being lets me in love with the moment
Okay you dancing drinking on your last one
Im just tryna poker face that’s why I got my hand in
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Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like Monday night at magic
Like a (Gigi mcguire?) now let me up inside
I give you that massage good hygiene is required ion want no dirty junk I just want a girly girly that own a rack of Jordan but don’t sport em cause she love her pumps
Give my love to no one else kiss that cookie til it melt I am going underwater…micheal phelps
Do it til im tired or your homegirl can provide the help or you can be ms independent make that movie by yourself
Chorus
Original Lyrics Wale – The Trip Lyrics
The Trip Lyrics Wale
T-pain – Rap Song Lyrics
T-pain – Rap Song Lyrics
Title: Rap Song Lyrics
Artist: T-pain Lyrics
These are Rap Song Lyrics by T-pain
[T-Pain]
Nappy Boy, ooooh wee
Ooooh wee
Everybody say yeaaaah
Oh oh oh…
Hey eh eh eh eh
[Verse 1]
We been messin’ round for a long (long time)
A while now (while now, uh)
And you already know what’s on my mind (mind)
It’s goin’ down now (it’s goin’ down now?)
And I don’t need no background music, girl
I turn it loud now
I got the gangsta feelin’
And I’ma do somethin’ to you
To you, to you
Oh
We can take it over The Bay
Where my Mistah F.A.B. at? (F.A.B. at, uh)
Or just put on that N.W.A.
Comin’ Straight Outta Compton on that p-ssy, baby
And we can all night long (haha)
I’m bout to have yo’ head gone
And I ain’t doin’ nothin’ wrong
But we can make love to a rap song
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[Hook]
Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf-cka I’m ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)
We gon’ party like it’s ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci on a rap song
[Verse 2]
And you been on my mind all day (all day)
I know you wit it (know you wit it baby, uh)
And I’ma do you like Kanye (yeah) cuz I’ma let you finish (let you finish!)
You can get it (you can get it)
Or we can do it east coast style and I’ll keep on my fitted
I said I got the gangsta feelin’
I feel like breakin’ you off
You off, you off
Off
We can take it way down south
Rick Ross on the iPad (cuz you the boss’ girl)
Super-thick thighs and ya booty like Bombs Over Baghdad (BOOM!)
Wait, hold up
She got a donk (YUP!) she got a donk (YUP!), she got a donk
I’m bout to have yo’ head gone
And I ain’t doin’ nothin’ wrong
But we can make love to a rap song
[Hook]
Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf-cka I’m ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)
We gon’ party like it’s ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci on a rap song
[Rick Ross]
My jeans sag, boy gotta mean swag
Right now you rockin’ wit the finest and I mean that (uh)
Really, you the finest and I mean that (uh)
Pants fitted, dammit where ya jeans at?
Makin’ love to a rap song
Port of Miami, Trilla, Deeper Than Rap, uuuhhhh
Like Akon, we could stack it all up (yeah)
Or do you like a Juvie, make ya back it all up (uh)
(Hot) that’s all shawty ever was
Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks
(Hot) is all shawty ever been
Om
Blow a couple racks in Barney’s on that Phillip Lim
Ballin’, it’s ya birthday
You know that champagne’ll get ya boy to first base
Haters do they thing, but we do it bigger
Number one n-ggas
Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender
[Hook]
Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf-cka I’m ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)
We gon’ party like it’s ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci on a rap song
Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafu-ka I’m ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)
We gon’ party like it’s ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci on a rap song
Original Lyrics T-pain – Rap Song Lyrics
