(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Call me, call me, uh)
(Call me Kam Breezy got him dancing in the winter, huh)
(Yeah, woah, woah, what, woah, what)
Boy I got a Glock, now I'm feelin' so professional
Boy I'm bussin' guns, now I feel like I'm from Texas, hoe
Pull up on that boy, I got the glick, I need to let him know
I'ma shoot at you, they gonna find your body in the snow
Call me Kam Breezy, glizzy got him dancin' in the cold
He said he won't snitch, the police got him, you know that boy sold
I can't talk to you, lil' boy, can't talk to you because you told
Look at you and look at me, huh, what, I'm ten fold
You can't talk to me, lil' boy, I turn you into non-existent
Got your girlfriend on my line, she askin' why I been so distant
I'ma solo rider, ain't no duo, you just my assistant
I can't talk to hoes, cause I am ninety-nine, can't make commitments
I can't take you serious, these boys is acting like some infants
Grow up be a man and stop the crying, these boys got me sickened
Try to battle ninety-nine and I'ma fry you like a chicken
Metal bullet in that little boy, I turned him into Lincoln
(Phew)
99kamau - DANCING IN THE COLD Lyrics
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(Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Call me, call me, uh)
(Call me Kam Breezy got him dancing in the winter, huh)
(Yeah, woah, woah, what, woah, what)
Boy I got a Glock, now I'm feelin' so professional
Boy I'm bussin' guns, now I feel like I'm from Texas, hoe
Pull up on that boy, I got the glick, I need to let him know
I'ma shoot at you, they gonna find your body in the snow
Call me Kam Breezy, glizzy got him dancin' in the cold
He said he won't snitch, the police got him, you know that boy sold
I can't talk to you, lil' boy, can't talk to you because you told
Look at you and look at me, huh, what, I'm ten fold
You can't talk to me, lil' boy, I turn you into non-existent
Got your girlfriend on my line, she askin' why I been so distant
I'ma solo rider, ain't no duo, you just my assistant
I can't talk to hoes, cause I am ninety-nine, can't make commitments
I can't take you serious, these boys is acting like some infants
Grow up be a man and stop the crying, these boys got me sickened
Try to battle ninety-nine and I'ma fry you like a chicken
Metal bullet in that little boy, I turned him into Lincoln
(Phew)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Call me, call me, uh)
(Call me Kam Breezy got him dancing in the winter, huh)
(Yeah, woah, woah, what, woah, what)
Boy I got a Glock, now I'm feelin' so professional
Boy I'm bussin' guns, now I feel like I'm from Texas, hoe
Pull up on that boy, I got the glick, I need to let him know
I'ma shoot at you, they gonna find your body in the snow
Call me Kam Breezy, glizzy got him dancin' in the cold
He said he won't snitch, the police got him, you know that boy sold
I can't talk to you, lil' boy, can't talk to you because you told
Look at you and look at me, huh, what, I'm ten fold
You can't talk to me, lil' boy, I turn you into non-existent
Got your girlfriend on my line, she askin' why I been so distant
I'ma solo rider, ain't no duo, you just my assistant
I can't talk to hoes, cause I am ninety-nine, can't make commitments
I can't take you serious, these boys is acting like some infants
Grow up be a man and stop the crying, these boys got me sickened
Try to battle ninety-nine and I'ma fry you like a chicken
Metal bullet in that little boy, I turned him into Lincoln
(Phew)
Writer: Kamau Whitsey
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