Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ray Charles, artist - Chiddy Bang. Album song Breakfast, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
Ray Charles |
A girl like me ain’t waitin' all night |
Ooh boy, better think twice |
I got that honey, that sugar, that spice (Ray Charles) |
Yeah, hey yo I’m feelin' like Ray Charles |
I got my shades on, I don’t know where they are |
You couldn’t find me even if you had a radar |
And I spit rapidly AK, AR |
I make the music with the soul of the blind man |
They be amazed how I get them ladies to climb in |
And they try to do it, but they’re blind to the fact |
That they’re stuck in a trap and stayin' right where they at |
But I’m Ray Charles, Miss A calls |
Talkin' to my dime and I miss 8 calls |
And I spit tough, bet you I’mma last Great Wall |
I’m goin' ape y’all, I’m the new Ray Charles |
I don’t need no walking stick, my shit cost a grip |
I get out the mouthwash if you talkin' shit |
And I can hear the evil, but I won’t see it |
And if the blunt go out, you better reheat it |
I got my black shades on, smokin' 'til it’s numb |
Head to he sky, feelin' so on |
Ray Charles, I’m-I'm Ray Charles |
Ray Charles, I’m-I'm Ray Charles |
I got the black J’s on, dancin' to my song |
Lookin' so fly and I’m feelin' so gone |
Ray Charles, I’m-I'm Ray Charles |
Ray Charles, I’m-I'm Ray Charles |
Ooh boy, open your eyes |
A girl like me ain’t waitin' all night |
Ooh boy, better think twice |
I got that honey, that sugar, that spice |
And I think I’m preheated, oven |
They hear me spit, they think they know me like they cousin |
But it’s okay, we at the door that mean’s we’re buzzin' |
Now that’s McDonald’s and baby I think I’m lovin', it |
But you know that size doesn’t fit |
MC Hammer with this shit, like why the fuck would I quit |
Let’s hire 40 people and get like 40 cars |
And I wouldn’t even drive cause I would be Ray Charles |
See us and say, «Whattup?» |
like how the fuck is he talkin' |
He don’t even trip, like how the fuck is he walkin' |
I’m blind man, yeah, like the Three Blind Mice |
And them haters, I’mma throw it on ‘em |
Tell ‘em I don’t need no walkin' stick, my shit costs a grip |
I get out the mouthwash if you talkin' shit |
And I can hear the evil, but I won’t see it |
And if the blunt go out, you better reheat it |
You’re too blind to see it (Ray Charles) |