Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wutup Snow? , by - Jon Bellion. Song from the album Translations Through Speakers, in the genre ПопRelease date: 19.02.2013
Record label: Capitol Records;
Song language: English
Wutup Snow? |
| 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 |