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FUTURISTIC & Chris Rivers

Hol Up

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Hol Up was released on December 31, 2021 by Support The Homies as a part of the album Don't Wanna Be Famous

Song Details

AlbumDon't Wanna Be Famous

Release DateDecember 31, 2021

LabelSupport The Homies

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM75

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Chris Rivers

Songwriter

Christopher Rios

Christopher Rios

Songwriter

Zachary Beck

Songwriter

Eric Conley

Songwriter

Lyrics

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

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

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

Written by: Chris Rivers, Christopher Rios, Eric Conley, Zachary Beck

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