All The Way

All The Way Lyrics

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
Ayy, on your heels, girl make that shake
Got ’bout three hoes on my sleigh
And tryna tee up Christmas day
Won’t you, won’t you kringle bells all the way
Got them bells 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, She cool as [?]
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 on the way) all the way!
(on your [?], make that shake) I make it shake!
(got ’bout three hoes on my sleigh) up on my sleigh!
(I tried to tee up on this 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) Aye!
I keep you close, hollowin’ in snow
Call your Santa Claus
That’s what Christmas for
Hey, I got Gina on the way (on the way)
Got ’bout three hoes on my sleigh (I make it sleigh)
They tryna’ tee up Christmas Day (on Christmas Day)
They tryna’ tee up Christmas Day (on Christmas Day)
Tell them jingle bells all the way (all the way)
Bells [?] make them shake (make it shake)
I got three hoes on the way (up on the way)
They tryna to tee up Christmas day (on Christmas Day)
Tell me what you wish for, 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 sh*t 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
[?] my reason
Jesus’ Birthday
I swear to God if you leave my raw vocals like that
We not friends anymore
Autotune my sh*t and put them, put them Travis Scott effects on my sh*t