April 8, 2012
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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.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 AKAR,
I make the music with the soul of a blind man,
They be amazed how I get them ladies that cry, “yeah”,
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.Ray Charles by Chiddy Bang
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