GLORILLA - HOLLON LYRICS

[Chorus]

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

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[Verse 1]

Ho, you must not know what you just started (Fuck)

Me and my bitches go gnarly

Give a fuck about this party

We gon' step on shit regardless (Stamp that)

Get my goons, swipe that bitch, and now dispute the charges (On gang)

Makin' music, beatin' on bitches, I be really marchin' (Woo)

I got hands for a ho, I get bands for a show

He want chance after chance, after chance, nigga, no (Uh-uh)

I keep sayin', "Free Lil Four"

Do my dance on them folks

If it's up, it's goin' down soon as I land on them folks

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[Chorus]

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

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[Verse 2]

I-I-I-I do what I want, I'm pressure (Pressure)

Don't follow the rules, I'm rebel (No)

I stand out, bitch, I'm special (Ayy)

I'm a stand up bitch like Kevin (On God)

You a bum-ass bitch, you messy (Messy)

Don't start with me, bitch, I'm petty (Ho)

Linе any bitch up, I'm ready

I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoevеr

All my, all my diamonds cert' (Ice)

And all these members certi' too

Smilin' at my nigga? Ho

Knock out all your thirty-two (Bum-ass)

C8 doors open up for me

Hear the engine vroom (Vroom)

Switch to sport

I got somewhere to be, lil' baby, I'm important (On gang)

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[Chorus]

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

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[Verse 3]

Glock .19, it came with a drum, yeah, that's my favorite gun (Bop)

Asked if he my only nigga, I said, "No, but you my favorite one" (Nah, for real)

Yeah, rare-ass bitch, nigga, I'm one of one (Fuck you mean?)

Nah, I can't make you mines, but I can make you cum

Freak up in the sheets, in them streets, baby, I'm a thug

I just threw ten-thousand-somethin' ones in this fuckin' club (Huh, hoo)

I'm poppin' it so hard 'cause I ain't used to shit (I ain't used to shit)

These niggas ain't got no type, they want a stupid bitch (On gang)

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[Chorus]

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

Ayy, hol' on, ho, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, ho

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