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Collide
659
Hip-Hop/Rap
Collide est sorti le 28 juillet 2026 par Hitmaker Music Group dans le cadre de l'album Look At Me Now
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Les plus populaires
7 derniers jours
00:15 - 00:20
Collide a été découvert le plus fréquemment à environ 15 secondes après le début de du titre au cours de la semaine dernière
00:05
01:25
00:00
02:10

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
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Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Anthony Johnson
Anthony Johnson
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
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Paroles

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Alright
Hm, hm
I say
Okay, I’ll be wrong this time, my lil' brother dumb all he know is to slide
I like to creep, we get close to ya mind
Cause ain't no fuckin' runnin' with holes in yo mind
KJ lost two of his dreads and got left for dead
I see his soul in the sky
Really ain't clickin' with shit, you a bitch with some money
I was waitin' for that door to get wide
Worry about me, bae?, I'm overly high
I'm overly fried, my opps be overly dyin'
Take shit till I'm overly tired
Run up, leave you overly whacked
Better give that shit up, put this pole to ya spine
Make your motherfuckin' bones divide
Magic bitch want me to hold the sack
High off the drugs, I'm floatin' inside
He don't even know who killed him, I go in disguised
Bitches be broke and they know I'm the crash
So I'm droppin' some shit, you gon' know I'm inside
Damn near pull up on side, and put holes through his ride
How could I respect him?, he told on the guys
Kill you or whatever, still throw it in the air
I remember the window and blow through the glass
Leave you fucked up while you shopping
Boy, these motherfuckers douchin' just for throwin' up signs
Brains in the wood, we roll 'em a ton
I like the violence, promote it for fun
Fuckin' with the hottest, I'm colder than 'em
I'm hittin' his arm his shoulder was done
Dropped it too quick, he wasn't holdin' his gun
You want to smoke?, It can take over your lungs
This the Mike Tyson the overly punched
Catch his ass out at the car, leave his ass flooding on some
Okay, I’ll be wrong this time, my lil' brother dumb all he know is to slide
I like to creep, we get close to ya mind
Cause ain't no fuckin' runnin' with holes in yo mind
KJ lost two of his dreads and got left for dead
I see his soul in the sky
Really ain't clickin' with shit, you a bitch with some money
I was waitin' for that door to get wide
Worry about me, bae?, I'm overly high
I'm overly fried, my opps be overly dyin'
Take shit till I'm overly tired
Run up, leave you overly whacked
Better give that shit up, put this pole to ya spine
Make your motherfuckin' bones divide
Magic bitch want me to hold the sack
High off the drugs, I'm floatin' inside
He don't even know who killed him, I go in disguised
Bitches be broke and they know I'm the crash
So I'm droppin' some shit, you gon' know I'm inside
Damn near pull up on side, and put holes through his ride
How could I respect him?, he told on the guys
Kill you or whatever, still throw it in the air
I remember the window and blow through the glass
Leave you fucked up while you shopping
Boy, these motherfuckers douchin' just for throwin' up signs
Brains in the wood, we roll 'em a ton
I like the violence, promote it for fun
Fuckin' with the hottest, I'm colder than 'em
I'm hittin' his arm his shoulder was done
Dropped it too quick, he wasn't holdin' his gun
You want to smoke?, It can take over your lungs
This the Mike Tyson the overly punched
Catch his ass out at the car, leave his ass flooding on some
Written by: Anthony Johnson
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