"Hol Up" lyrics
Futuristic & Chris Rivers Lyrics
[Futuristic:]
Hol' up, pull up on you, like a pull-up (Pimpin')
Show up for you, like a grown-up (Dad)
Bring your stuff, when you forget it, roll up (Blunts)
If you smoke, then I'm with it
I was writin' this lookin' at you
Blessed like a sneeze, achoo
Singin' this, lookin' at you
Snooze, what it do? The beat so cool
I was inclined, and in time, I'll get mine, that's true
Better fall in line, my insides, them been said, "I do"
Ready, that's me, who else would it be?
The one that you seek is here (Ah yeah)
I dipped then reappeared (Uh-huh)
You drift, and me, I steer (Ah yeah)
To the promised land
I'm not a man if I don't lead through fear (Oh, oh)
Two drinks, I need a cheers (Uh-huh)
I think you need a beer
A cider, a fireball, we'll have a ball
And then make love (Love)
Fall out and wake up together
Laugh about what we've done (Done)
Started off and got strung
You started off with your tongue, mm
Started off, we both young
We started off havin' fun, yeah
But hol' up, pull up on you, like a pull-up (Pimpin')
Show up for you, like a grown-up (Dad)
Bring your stuff, when you forget it, roll up (Blunts)
If you smoke, then I'm with it
Hol' up, pull up on you, like a pull-up (Pimpin')
Show up for you, like a grown-up (Dad)
Bring your stuff, when you forget it, roll up (Blunts)
If you smoke, then I'm with it
[Chris Rivers:]
When the heart go boom
Used to be a hollow tune
Maybe I'll find a room
I don't wanna start it
Maybe the flowers bloom
Maybe I'll coil it
Toes, I'll oil it
Blood, don't boil it, uh
We can shake the foundation, uh
Turn around, about face it, uh
Shake the tiles in our basement
Hol' up, you stay sweet, CHINOLA
I got green, Fruit Roll-Up
High like, "Hola"
You stay mine, like blow up
You so fine, like inline
Got pillows for inclined hip rides
Inside dripped thighs
Dirty talk, say it all, it's not implied
Climax, just died, huh?
Back to life
Not my type, you my appetite
Hand on my dark, you could have my light
Give me that ugh, just have it tight
All night, yeah
And we be alright, baby
I'm the type to say you mine
And then be on sight, baby
[Futuristic:]
Hol' up, pull up on you, like a pull-up (Pimpin')
Show up for you, like a grown-up (Dad)
Bring your stuff, when you forget it, roll up (Blunts)
If you smoke, then I'm with it
Hol' up, pull up on you, like a pull-up (Pimpin')
Show up for you, like a grown-up (Dad)
Bring your stuff, when you forget it, roll up (Blunts)
If you smoke, then I'm with it
Hol' up, pull up on you, like a pull-up (Pimpin')
Show up for you, like a grown-up (Dad)
Bring your stuff, when you forget it, roll up (Blunts)
If you smoke, then I'm with it
I was writin' this lookin' at you
Blessed like a sneeze, achoo
Singin' this, lookin' at you
Snooze, what it do? The beat so cool
I was inclined, and in time, I'll get mine, that's true
Better fall in line, my insides, them been said, "I do"
Ready, that's me, who else would it be?
The one that you seek is here (Ah yeah)
I dipped then reappeared (Uh-huh)
You drift, and me, I steer (Ah yeah)
To the promised land
I'm not a man if I don't lead through fear (Oh, oh)
Two drinks, I need a cheers (Uh-huh)
I think you need a beer
A cider, a fireball, we'll have a ball
And then make love (Love)
Fall out and wake up together
Laugh about what we've done (Done)
Started off and got strung
You started off with your tongue, mm
Started off, we both young
We started off havin' fun, yeah
But hol' up, pull up on you, like a pull-up (Pimpin')
Show up for you, like a grown-up (Dad)
Bring your stuff, when you forget it, roll up (Blunts)
If you smoke, then I'm with it
Hol' up, pull up on you, like a pull-up (Pimpin')
Show up for you, like a grown-up (Dad)
Bring your stuff, when you forget it, roll up (Blunts)
If you smoke, then I'm with it
[Chris Rivers:]
When the heart go boom
Used to be a hollow tune
Maybe I'll find a room
I don't wanna start it
Maybe the flowers bloom
Maybe I'll coil it
Toes, I'll oil it
Blood, don't boil it, uh
We can shake the foundation, uh
Turn around, about face it, uh
Shake the tiles in our basement
Hol' up, you stay sweet, CHINOLA
I got green, Fruit Roll-Up
High like, "Hola"
You stay mine, like blow up
You so fine, like inline
Got pillows for inclined hip rides
Inside dripped thighs
Dirty talk, say it all, it's not implied
Climax, just died, huh?
Back to life
Not my type, you my appetite
Hand on my dark, you could have my light
Give me that ugh, just have it tight
All night, yeah
And we be alright, baby
I'm the type to say you mine
And then be on sight, baby
[Futuristic:]
Hol' up, pull up on you, like a pull-up (Pimpin')
Show up for you, like a grown-up (Dad)
Bring your stuff, when you forget it, roll up (Blunts)
If you smoke, then I'm with it
Hol' up, pull up on you, like a pull-up (Pimpin')
Show up for you, like a grown-up (Dad)
Bring your stuff, when you forget it, roll up (Blunts)
If you smoke, then I'm with it
