
Lyrics to Still Snowin'
Why they call that nigga Snow? That boy went polar
I could see it in his face, that boy missed soda
Soldier rag, yeah, that's when I'm in Magnolia
I'm in selling that white girl, Tony Montana
I just put a four in the baby in the stroller
All yellow box with an arm and a shoulder
Got 20 of them left, yeah, I'm trying meet my quota
Catch me at Carbone's chilling with the owner
Why they call that nigga Snow? That boy went polar
I could see it in his face, that boy missed soda
Soldier rag, yeah, that's when I'm in Magnolia
I'm in selling that white girl, Tony Montana
I just put a four in the baby in the stroller
All yellow box with an arm and a shoulder
Got 20 of them left, yeah, I'm trying meet my quota
Catch me at Carbone's chilling with the owner
I ain't the type of nigga to be playing no game
45 on the hip, I ain't wearing no chains
Had a Beamer, had a Benz, and a Cadillac
Me and the plug back and forth playing pity pat
Break it down four ways, that's a kitty kat
Know two, three niggas where Diddy at
I know your type, imposter
No Vybz Kartel, no Rasta
Still snowing
It's still snowing
Still snowing
It is still motherfucking snowing
Here we go, here we go, nigga, I'm not Domino's
Ran out of Glad bags, sent my runner to the store
Turn the music down, nigga, drive very slow
They follow you here, don't let them in the door
Self-made millions, where you at?
A bunch of you niggas — look at God, look at that
You say you having motion, where it's at?
Nigga, on your IG, what the fuck is that?
Hey, keep on, my nigga too real
Bad Boy, Def Jam, two deals
All I know that he spent three mill
Mixtape independent, that's right, no deal
Snowman shit, nigga, chill
You know I put the trap in my will
I know your type, imposter
No Vybz Kartel, no Rasta
Yeah, yeah
Still snowing
Still snowing
Still snowing
It's still snowing
It's still snowing
It's still motherfucking snow
It's still snowing
I could see it in his face, that boy missed soda
Soldier rag, yeah, that's when I'm in Magnolia
I'm in selling that white girl, Tony Montana
I just put a four in the baby in the stroller
All yellow box with an arm and a shoulder
Got 20 of them left, yeah, I'm trying meet my quota
Catch me at Carbone's chilling with the owner
Why they call that nigga Snow? That boy went polar
I could see it in his face, that boy missed soda
Soldier rag, yeah, that's when I'm in Magnolia
I'm in selling that white girl, Tony Montana
I just put a four in the baby in the stroller
All yellow box with an arm and a shoulder
Got 20 of them left, yeah, I'm trying meet my quota
Catch me at Carbone's chilling with the owner
I ain't the type of nigga to be playing no game
45 on the hip, I ain't wearing no chains
Had a Beamer, had a Benz, and a Cadillac
Me and the plug back and forth playing pity pat
Break it down four ways, that's a kitty kat
Know two, three niggas where Diddy at
I know your type, imposter
No Vybz Kartel, no Rasta
Still snowing
It's still snowing
Still snowing
It is still motherfucking snowing
Here we go, here we go, nigga, I'm not Domino's
Ran out of Glad bags, sent my runner to the store
Turn the music down, nigga, drive very slow
They follow you here, don't let them in the door
Self-made millions, where you at?
A bunch of you niggas — look at God, look at that
You say you having motion, where it's at?
Nigga, on your IG, what the fuck is that?
Hey, keep on, my nigga too real
Bad Boy, Def Jam, two deals
All I know that he spent three mill
Mixtape independent, that's right, no deal
Snowman shit, nigga, chill
You know I put the trap in my will
I know your type, imposter
No Vybz Kartel, no Rasta
Yeah, yeah
Still snowing
Still snowing
Still snowing
It's still snowing
It's still snowing
It's still motherfucking snow
It's still snowing
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