Ray Charles (Clean) - Chiddy Bang, Noah Beresin, Chidera Anamege

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)