Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ray Charles (Clean), artist - Chiddy Bang. Date of issue: 22.01.2012
Song language: English
Ray Charles (Clean) |
| 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) |