Lyrics Ray Charles - JAKWOB Remix - Chiddy Bang
(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
(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
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
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'
my
the
song
Lookin'
so
fly
and
I'm
feelin'
so
gone
I'm
Ray
Charles,
I'm-I'm
Ray
Charles
I'm
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)
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