Chance The Rapper, Hannibal Burress and Jeremih - All The Way

"No! No! I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!
You'll shoot your eye out kid
Merry Christmas"

Wait, kringle bells all the way
Ay, on your heels, girl, make that shake
Got 'bout three hoes on my sleigh
Ain't tryna tee up Christmas day
Won't you, won't you kringle bells all the way
Got them bells all on her shake
Got 'bout three hoes on the way
Got 'bout three hoes in my sleigh

Legs up, the Hello Kitties
Hell yeah, I wanna prove
Ah yeah, it's cuffing season
Hell yeah, but you got a man
Yeah yeah, tell him get
Spread up, I'm in the spirit
Yeah yeah, shit, whose it is?
Say it now

I don't play (Legs up)
See my face (Hell yeah)
Have a seat (Oh, yeah)
Make a plate (Hell yeah)
She can't wait (Yeah, yeah)
Still awake (Spread up)
To open yeah (Yeah, yeah)
It's Christmas Day (Say it now)

(Kringle bells all the way) all the way!
(On your heels, girl, make that shake) I make it shake!
(Got 'bout three hoes on my sleigh) Up on my sleigh!
(Ain't tryna tee up Christmas day) On Christmas day!
(Won't you, won't you kringle bells all the way) All the way!
(Got them bells all on her shake) On Christmas day!
(Got 'bout three hoes on the way) I brought them away
(Got 'bout three hoes in my sleigh) IGH!

I keep you close, hollowin' in snow
Call your Santa Claus
That's what Christmas for

Hey, I got three hoes on the way (On the way)
Got 'bout three hoes on my sleigh (I make it sleigh)
Ain't tryna tee up Christmas day (On Christmas Day)
Ain't tryna tee up Christmas day (On Christmas Day)
Tell them jingle bells all the way (Up all the way)
Bells are hangin', damn they shake (And make it shake)
I got three hoes on the way (Up on the way)
Ain't tryna tee up Christmas day (On Christmas Day)

Just tell me which floor, should I get off?
And I'll be right there to set it off
I'll be right there to deck the halls
Either your love or none at all
And your presence is a present for me
For Christmas or just because
It's either your love or none at all
Either your love or none at all

Christmas!
Oh, I love Christmas
Being obligated to buy shit for people at a certain time in the year
I buy Christmas gifts, but just, just 'cause you're supposed to
Jesus
Autotune that for me
Jesus
Consumerism
Jesus' birthday
I swear to God, if you leave my raw vocals like that
We not friends anymore
Autotune my shit and put them, put them Travis Scott effects on my shit

Written by:
Jeremy Felton, Chancelor Bennett, Hannibal Burress

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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