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