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
Ho, you must not know what you just started (f*ck)
Me and my bitches go gnarly
Give a f*ck about this party
We gon' step on shit regardless (stamp that)
Get my goonies, swipe that bitch, and then I 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
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
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)
Line any bitch up, I'm ready
I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoever
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)
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
Glock 19, it came with a drum, yeah, that's my favorite gun (baow)
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 (f*ck you, man)
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-something ones in this f*ckin' club (huh, whoa)
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)
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
Hollon Video (MV)
"Hollon" by GloRilla centers around themes of empowerment, self-confidence, and unapologetic individuality. The song showcases a brash and bold attitude that encourages women, particularly, to embrace their fierceness and stand up to negativity or disrespect.
GloRilla's lyrics convey a message of resilience, highlighting women's strength in overcoming challenges and asserting dominance in social situations. The repetitive nature of the chorus serves as both a catchy hook and a rallying cry for listeners to hold their ground and stay true to themselves.
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GlorillaGloRilla's lyrics convey a message of resilience, highlighting women's strength in overcoming challenges and asserting dominance in social situations. The repetitive nature of the chorus serves as both a catchy hook and a rallying cry for listeners to hold their ground and stay true to themselves.
From Album: Glorious
Genre(s): Hip Hop, R&B
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Aaron Bolton, Anthony Platt, Donald Jenkins, Edgar Ferrera, Gloria Woods, Howard Simmons, Isaac De Boni, Korey Roberson, Maurice Gleaton, Michael Mule, Montay Humphrey
Released: September 20th, 2024
Year: 2024
Glorilla - Hollon Lyrics
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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
Ho, you must not know what you just started (f*ck)
Me and my bitches go gnarly
Give a f*ck about this party
We gon' step on shit regardless (stamp that)
Get my goonies, swipe that bitch, and then I 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
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
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)
Line any bitch up, I'm ready
I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoever
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)
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
Glock 19, it came with a drum, yeah, that's my favorite gun (baow)
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 (f*ck you, man)
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-something ones in this f*ckin' club (huh, whoa)
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)
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
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
Ho, you must not know what you just started (f*ck)
Me and my bitches go gnarly
Give a f*ck about this party
We gon' step on shit regardless (stamp that)
Get my goonies, swipe that bitch, and then I 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
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
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)
Line any bitch up, I'm ready
I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoever
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)
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
Glock 19, it came with a drum, yeah, that's my favorite gun (baow)
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 (f*ck you, man)
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-something ones in this f*ckin' club (huh, whoa)
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)
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
Writer: Aaron Bolton, Anthony Platt, Donald Jenkins, Edgar Ferrera, Gloria Woods, Howard Simmons, Isaac De Boni, Korey Roberson, Maurice Gleaton, Michael Mule, Montay Humphrey
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
