Wutup Snow? - Jon Bellion, Blaque Keyz

Her body is cold

The conversation is cocaine

I’ll call her snow

(Yeah, that’s your new nickname)

Her body is cold

The conversation is cocaine

I’ll call her snow

(Wutup snow?)

Yeah, wutup to snow

She always keep it funky like afros

A little bit of panic

Cause my hearts Titanic like oh he so DiCaprio

She knows more than me about Dragon Ball Z

How cold is that?

How cold is that?

(That's pretty cold son)

She’s so Andre to me, she’s 3000 degrees

How cold is that?

how cold is that?

(I think that she’s ice cold then, right?)

I’m making music in a blue room

She walks in, in black lingerie

And she likes Italian white kids

So when we hit the bedroom

We turning Fifty Shades of Grey

Nickname stuck now she won’t let it go

So now I’m undercovers, screaming «let it snow!»

No we rubbing noses like we Eskimos

Beautiful mind, you already know

Say «Hello"to the woman frozen like pose in a tundra

I wonder if I propose will she open up like umbrellas

Or will she close, I would hope that you were in the no

Cause that dress is wrapping around her like packets on bags of blow

She so classic, I never pass it, so passionate, making racket

When raggin', grabbin' her toes, a total package and all

Never get in her face about movin' in steady paces

Throw those other broads away, just so he waist don’t go to waist

I’m the detective on this case, but I’ve defected on this record

Investigating a case and pursuing her in a chase

I might ruin her when I’m through with her, but only she would know

If I broke her heart in to pieces and dropped it when it was frozen

And I’m a snow man, we hold hands, I melt when she gets close

Grabbin' my carrot, I’m an addict, for this habit, I have chosen

As the weathers getting warmer and the seasson is done

I’m a make sure to keep you on the tip of my tongue

I’ll call her snow

She’s… so… cold

Ba-bada-ba

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I’ll call her snow

I’ll call her snow