"Hola" lyrics
Ice Cream Social (Harrison Sands, Abhi The Nomad, Dylan Montayne & shane doe) Lyrics
(feat. Dylan Montayne)
(And I got a bad bitch, baby)
(And we mad rich when we pull up)
([?] cabbage, and we in the bag yeah)
I just need a bad bitch wit me
And some cabbage we could roll up
Cutie with the glasses, Latin where the ass is
We could pull up (uh, uh)
She think I done made it
I ain't even famous that you know of
So if you solo, then I'm saying "hola"
Hola, hold up, oh you the bomb
I saw you through the wreckage
I see you once, I can't move on
I hope you get the message
We smokin' strong and writing songs
And I been gettin' restless
You on my arm for way too long
It ain't nothin' to mess with
Hey, what goes on, I can't recall
But now we're skippin' breakfast
I mean I started, but be honest
They've run out of guesses
'Cause you been [?] like a hundred [?]
Like on my guest list
I wanna run up on the set and
Rewrite all my set list
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause I just need a bad bitch wit me
And some cabbage we could roll up
Cutie with the glasses, Latin where the ass is
We could pull up (uh, uh)
She think I done made it
I ain't even famous that you know of
So if you solo, then I'm saying "hola"
Hold up, I bet you calm before the storm
I gently kiss your neck, ya
Will pick my fingers on my tongue
Look at me switchin' weapons (yeah)
Need you want me like that laundry on your bedding
No, you cannot harm me through my headache (yeah)
I need a Dua Lipa with me, I could use a Whitney
And she could be Britney, yeah
F-Fire with a double shot of whiskey
Smoke it like a chimney
Never when she with me, yeah
Goddamn
'Cause I just need a bad bitch wit me
And some cabbage we could roll up
Cutie with the glasses, Latin where the ass is
We could pull up (uh, uh)
She think I done made it
I ain't even famous that you know of
So if you solo, then I'm saying "hola"
(Yeah)
Lil' mamasita, got me running up the meter
Burning gas up just to see ya
'Cause she livin' on the west side
Look [?], got me feeling like a feature
Turn her voice up in the speaker
My phone sittin' on the bedside
She turn the lights down, sayin' that she might now
[?] and control her
Control her
Well, I hate to see her go, but I love that she say "hola"
'Cause I just need a bad bitch wit me
And some cabbage we could roll up
Cutie with the glasses, Latin where the ass is
We could pull up (uh, uh)
She think I done made it
I ain't even famous that you know of
So if you solo, then I'm saying "hola"
(Yeah)
(Hola, hola, hola, hola, hola)
([?], and we got some cash and we [?] the bag, yeah)
(And we mad rich when we pull up)
([?] cabbage, and we in the bag yeah)
I just need a bad bitch wit me
And some cabbage we could roll up
Cutie with the glasses, Latin where the ass is
We could pull up (uh, uh)
She think I done made it
I ain't even famous that you know of
So if you solo, then I'm saying "hola"
Hola, hold up, oh you the bomb
I saw you through the wreckage
I see you once, I can't move on
I hope you get the message
We smokin' strong and writing songs
And I been gettin' restless
You on my arm for way too long
It ain't nothin' to mess with
Hey, what goes on, I can't recall
But now we're skippin' breakfast
I mean I started, but be honest
They've run out of guesses
'Cause you been [?] like a hundred [?]
Like on my guest list
I wanna run up on the set and
Rewrite all my set list
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause I just need a bad bitch wit me
And some cabbage we could roll up
Cutie with the glasses, Latin where the ass is
We could pull up (uh, uh)
She think I done made it
I ain't even famous that you know of
So if you solo, then I'm saying "hola"
Hold up, I bet you calm before the storm
I gently kiss your neck, ya
Will pick my fingers on my tongue
Look at me switchin' weapons (yeah)
Need you want me like that laundry on your bedding
No, you cannot harm me through my headache (yeah)
I need a Dua Lipa with me, I could use a Whitney
And she could be Britney, yeah
F-Fire with a double shot of whiskey
Smoke it like a chimney
Never when she with me, yeah
Goddamn
'Cause I just need a bad bitch wit me
And some cabbage we could roll up
Cutie with the glasses, Latin where the ass is
We could pull up (uh, uh)
She think I done made it
I ain't even famous that you know of
So if you solo, then I'm saying "hola"
(Yeah)
Lil' mamasita, got me running up the meter
Burning gas up just to see ya
'Cause she livin' on the west side
Look [?], got me feeling like a feature
Turn her voice up in the speaker
My phone sittin' on the bedside
She turn the lights down, sayin' that she might now
[?] and control her
Control her
Well, I hate to see her go, but I love that she say "hola"
'Cause I just need a bad bitch wit me
And some cabbage we could roll up
Cutie with the glasses, Latin where the ass is
We could pull up (uh, uh)
She think I done made it
I ain't even famous that you know of
So if you solo, then I'm saying "hola"
(Yeah)
(Hola, hola, hola, hola, hola)
([?], and we got some cash and we [?] the bag, yeah)
