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[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Hey Ms. Parker (Hello)
Can I Shovel Your Snow? (Can I Shovel Your Snow?)
Let Me Help You With The Groceries (igh igh)
Walk You To The Door (Walk You To The Door)
Hey There Neighbour! (Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Can I Take Out The Trash? (Can I Take Out The Trash?)
Where Is Your Husband? (I Know)
When He Get Back? (When He Get Back?)

[Verse 1: Jeremih]
When he get back? (When he get back?)
Damn you so bad (Damn you so bad)
Thats not your bad (Thats not your bad)
Thats just my bad (Thats just my bad)
I can’t help it (no not my style)
I just need a solid (took you down back)
Just hit me when your kids go to bed
Lets go somewhere i can slide down your sled
I just wanna keep warm i don’t wanna hold your hand (IGH IGH)
We growin’ ain’t getting younger lets live it up in the bed (iiiiiigghh)

[Bridge: Jeremih *& Chance The Rapper*]
Ms. Parker (aye)
I know Our mhm is old (*Igh Igh Igh Igh*)
When You bend that over wanna see it now
I say uh huh good lord (*arrgghhhhhh Igh!*)

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Hey Ms. Parker (Hello)
Can I Shovel Your Snow? (Can I Shovel Your Snow?)
Let Me Help You With The Groceries (UGH UGH)
Walk You To The Door (Igh Igh Igh Igh)
Hey There Neighbour! (ah yellow!)
Can I Take Out The Trash? (Can I Take Out your Trash?)
Where Is Your Husband? (UGH)
When He Get Back? (IGH IGH IGH IGH)

[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper *& Jeremih*]
You know I’ve been a good boy (Igh!) (*Good Boy*)
I know you got good toys (Igh! Ugh!)
But you want a real boy (*more*)
[?] it in your good boy (Ugh)
I know you need some extra sugar (*sugar, Sugar*)
Me, I got the Hookup (*Hookup, Hookup*)
Why You still down with that [?]
You Gone every time i look up
When I when you wanna owe you wanna know you want a young nigga
I guess since i was little
Better now I’m bigger
We just got to hurry up before he get close
I dont wanna turn your pretty ass into a widow

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]
Hey Ms. Parker (Hello)
Can I Shovel Your Snow? (Can I Shovel Your Snow?)
Let Me Help You With The Groceries (Igh Igh)
Walk You To The Door (Walk You To The Door)
Hey There Neighbour! (Huh Yeah)
Can I Take Out The Trash? (Can I Can I Can I Can I Can I)
Where Is Your Husband? (yah yah yah yah)
When He Get Back? (let me knooowww)

[Outro: Chance The Rapper]
Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Woo!
What About What About What About What About What About What About You
Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Get It Now Ooh!
Get It now woo now its your turn tooooo
(Get It Now)X16
Hey Ms. Parker

[Hook]
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in some anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit
And I’m with a anti boring bitch
Foreign shit, Run up catch a anti short clip
Better be on anti smoke shit
Fo’nem on anti joke shit
You not like me we can’t hang together
I make it rain you can’t change the weather
She think she cold I could make her better
I keep a roll I could get whateva
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in sum anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit

[Verse 1]
Aye bitch, respect it
Run in yo shit like I’m athletic
Wasn’t up in there you pathetic
She want me in her like genetics
Paint that bitch face like a cosmetic
He really a hoe I could detect it
I might pull on yo shit let you collect it
You see them dots let you connect it bitch
Them fuckboys behind me know I left em
Leave em behind me can’t fuck wit them
Rather crack open PT’s I blow cheddar
Need my money, I repeat I blow cheddar
Raf Simmons Y3 me and Margiela
Audi fishtailing try race it you know better boy
You know this wood ain’t gone rotate this to the face you should know better
We not the same this ain’t yo era bitch

[Hook]
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in some anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit
And I’m with a anti boring bitch
Foreign shit, Run up catch a anti short clip
Better be on anti smoke shit
Fo’nem on anti joke shit
You not like me we can’t hang together
I make it rain you can’t change the weather
She think she cold I could make her better
I keep a roll I could get whateva
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in sum anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit

[Verse 2]
Olympic ring all on my car keys
For breakfast I might do hibachi steak
I figured out why they trying to stop me
I’m taking home plates and ain’t none of them ate
Foreign too fast I call em graffiti they spray up the site and peel like paint
All in yo ass like a bikini
You better start thinkin before you go hate (true story)
My lil bitch stay with a new story
I told her just slide with a new shorty
New hater red lasers on new 40s
Get handled news channel a new story
Niggas know I’m anti fuck shit
Better be on anti tough shit
I done seen so much, I can’t trust shit
I done leaned too much, I can’t function, aye

[Hook]
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in some anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit
And I’m with a anti boring bitch
Foreign shit, run up catch a anti short clip
Better be on anti smoke shit
Fo’nem on anti joke shit
You not like me we can’t hang together
I make it rain you can’t change the weather
She think she cold I could make her better
I keep a roll I could get whateva
Niggas know I’m anti broke shit
Pull up in sum anti slow shit
Everyday anti old bitch
Head to toe anti old shit

[Verse 1]
Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how

[Verse 2]
Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don’t need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how

[Bridge]
You’re asking me will my love grow
I don’t know, I don’t know
You stick around and it may show
I don’t know, I don’t know

[Solo]

[Verse 3]
Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how

[Hook]
I’m willing to die for this shit
I’m ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit
So my momma ain’t want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this shit
And if I wanted somethin’, I ain’t got the money
I’ll probably be robbing this shit
Don’t know how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to ride for this shit
You know murder’s my hobby inside of my closet, a bunch of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I’m cursed ’cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I’m the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don’t be hiding this shit

[Verse]
Bitch I’m a savage I spit at you bastards, I wonder what you gonna do to me hoe
I need to hear some more rapping I’m just not impressed by your cash or your jewelry hoe
All you my soldiers and I’m a lieutenant
Goddammit you should be saluting me hoe
I hope you know I ain’t going nowhere
All you rappers just better get used to me hoe
Nigga, I’m Mr. Blue with my jeans, bought me a jeep, cuz I wasn’t riding as much
My bank account looking weak, don’t look at me, I ain’t got no time for no fun
Starting to feel like Tyrese, I’m ’bout to trip, and maybe start crying or sumthin’
I might just hit up the [Smith’s], throw me a fit and wait for my wire to come
Ain’t nobody give or show me love when I was coming up, I had to double up and tell these niggas buckle up before they ride
And they don’t really wanna knuckle up, I hit it with the uppercut, I had these motherfuckers running for they life
Unidentified craft, while I’m flying past all of my aliens Sailin’, and if you look up in the sky
Blew your mind back, push your eyes back, threw your iPad, I’m an Iraqi in suicide
When the bombs are loaded and your mind explode in the wind
Are you gonna sit down and repent?
I was raised in the sewer
Me and the IT clown are friends
Red balloons for your kids
Sink my tooth in ya bitch
I lost too many friends
I don’t do good with kids
What you know about riding dirty in the evening?
What you know about Ramen Noodles, and a pack of sazon seasoning
What you know about leaving the oven door open when there’s no heat again
And the rent is due and your landlord try to throw you out on the streets again
Nigga, I was only dreaming of a Bentley and a fucking Lamborghini when I win em, I’ma finally get a break
If I didn’t get away before I guarantee that if I talk to God, then I can say I got it when I pray
She don’t really want me to get petty, turn her dime into a penny, but she know I got a lot of shit to say
I got juice and water and a henny drink, and I will let the semi shoot, I’ll pop you niggas all up in the face
Blood all up in the lake, I
Wanna see your wave die
They don’t wanna wave bye
Creep when I came by, teeth like a k9
Bleed through your Levi, we from the East Side
Eat when the [beat’s] hot, tea from the teapot
Aim for the tree top, beg till your knees pop
Skrrrt in a Nissan, swerve into 3 cars
You just a bird in a beehive
You just a cold in a room full of germs
Nigga, I said all of my idols and favorite rappers ain’t been rhyming a lot
What the fuck happened to Jay Electronica?
I wonder if he still got it or not
Whatever happened to Elzhi?
Whatever happened to Meth?
What happened to Beans?
Whatever happened to Lauryn?
What happened to Banks?
Tell me what happened to Bleek
What the fuck happened to Mos?
What happened to Missy?
Nigga what happened to Ghost?
Whatever happened to Q?
What up with Common, what the fuck where did he go?
Tell me what happened to Budden’s
What about Luda?
I hope they ain’t losing it now
Hope they get back to the music ’cause I need some new shit
I’m sick of these new niggas out, I’m that new nigga now
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9 niggas wanna war, 10 niggas on the floor, 11 niggas on the porch
12 killers wanna war, 13 carnivores, 14 Labradors, 15 dinosaurs, 16 Avatars
17 bombs or grenades at your rental car, 18 ways you can die when you have it all
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9 bitches wanna fuck, 10 niggas wanna rush, 11 hitters on a bus
12 if you wanna bust, 13 other guns, 14 runners-up, 15 rubber guns, 16 double pumps
17 shots in your face till you cuddle up, 18 ways you can die tryna fuck with us

[Hook]
I’m willing to die for this shit
Said I’m ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit
And my momma ain’t want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this shit
Shit, if I want a son, I ain’t got the money
I’ll probably be robbing this shit
Don’t know how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to die for this shit
You know murder’s my hobby inside of my closet’s, a bunch of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I’m cursed ’cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I’m the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don’t be hiding this shit

Joyner, wooh!

[Hook]
I’m willing to die for this shit
I’m ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit
So my momma ain’t want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this shit
And if I wanted somethin’, I ain’t got the money
I’ll probably be robbing this shit
Don’t know how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to ride for this shit
You know murder’s my hobby inside of my closet, a bunch of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I’m cursed ’cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I’m the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don’t be hiding this shit

[Verse]
Bitch I’m a savage I spit at you bastards, I wonder what you gonna do to me hoe
I need to hear some more rapping I’m just not impressed by your cash or your jewelry hoe
All you my soldiers and I’m a lieutenant
Goddammit you should be saluting me hoe
I hope you know I ain’t going nowhere
All you rappers just better get used to me hoe
Nigga, I’m Mr. Blue with my jeans, bought me a jeep, cuz I wasn’t riding as much
My bank account looking weak, don’t look at me, I ain’t got no time for no fun
Starting to feel like Tyrese, I’m ’bout to trip, and maybe start crying or sumthin’
I might just hit up the [Smith’s], throw me a fit and wait for my wire to come
Ain’t nobody give or show me love when I was coming up, I had to double up and tell these niggas buckle up before they ride
And they don’t really wanna knuckle up, I hit it with the uppercut, I had these motherfuckers running for they life
Unidentified craft, while I’m flying past all of my aliens Sailin’, and if you look up in the sky
Blew your mind back, push your eyes back, threw your iPad, I’m an Iraqi in suicide
When the bombs are loaded and your mind explode in the wind
Are you gonna sit down and repent?
I was raised in the sewer
Me and the IT clown are friends
Red balloons for your kids
Sink my tooth in ya bitch
I lost too many friends
I don’t do good with kids
What you know about riding dirty in the evening?
What you know about Ramen Noodles, and a pack of sazon seasoning
What you know about leaving the oven door open when there’s no heat again
And the rent is due and your landlord try to throw you out on the streets again
Nigga, I was only dreaming of a Bentley and a fucking Lamborghini when I win em, I’ma finally get a break
If I didn’t get away before I guarantee that if I talk to God, then I can say I got it when I pray
She don’t really want me to get petty, turn her dime into a penny, but she know I got a lot of shit to say
I got juice and water and a henny drink, and I will let the semi shoot, I’ll pop you niggas all up in the face
Blood all up in the lake, I
Wanna see your wave die
They don’t wanna wave bye
Creep when I came by, teeth like a k9
Bleed through your Levi, we from the East Side
Eat when the [beat’s] hot, tea from the teapot
Aim for the tree top, beg till your knees pop
Skrrrt in a Nissan, swerve into 3 cars
You just a bird in a beehive
You just a cold in a room full of germs
Nigga, I said all of my idols and favorite rappers ain’t been rhyming a lot
What the fuck happened to Jay Electronica?
I wonder if he still got it or not
Whatever happened to Elzhi?
Whatever happened to Meth?
What happened to Beans?
Whatever happened to Lauryn?
What happened to Banks?
Tell me what happened to Bleek
What the fuck happened to Mos?
What happened to Missy?
Nigga what happened to Ghost?
Whatever happened to Q?
What up with Common, what the fuck where did he go?
Tell me what happened to Budden’s
What about Luda?
I hope they ain’t losing it now
Hope they get back to the music ’cause I need some new shit
I’m sick of these new niggas out, I’m that new nigga now
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9 niggas wanna war, 10 niggas on the floor, 11 niggas on the porch
12 killers wanna war, 13 carnivores, 14 Labradors, 15 dinosaurs, 16 Avatars
17 bombs or grenades at your rental car, 18 ways you can die when you have it all
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9 bitches wanna fuck, 10 niggas wanna rush, 11 hitters on a bus
12 if you wanna bust, 13 other guns, 14 runners-up, 15 rubber guns, 16 double pumps
17 shots in your face till you cuddle up, 18 ways you can die tryna fuck with us

[Hook]
I’m willing to die for this shit
Said I’m ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit
And my momma ain’t want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this shit
Shit, if I want a son, I ain’t got the money
I’ll probably be robbing this shit
Don’t know how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to die for this shit
You know murder’s my hobby inside of my closet’s, a bunch of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I’m cursed ’cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I’m the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don’t be hiding this shit

Joyner, wooh!