Ray Charles
Rex Tanky
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I might hit your line when I'm bored (Yeah) If you hit up mine, I ignore (Yeah) Talkin' to you started to feel like a chore (Yeah) Don't got the heart to talk to you no more (Shit) Im drippin', it's wet on the floor Im Christian, don't got no Dior Designer shit, I can't afford Nike outfit, like I'm playin' sports Rockin' this Nike I gotta just do it My fit ain't pricy but I'm rockin' cool shit In college, don't like it, but still Im a student Got bros in the trap, in the streets I ain't stupid Don't got no strap on me, I ain't no shooter Don't give no dap to me, I never knew you These hoes used to nap on me, swear they was snoozin' Now it's all backwards, I'm pickin' and choosin' Throwin' that ass, I be grippin' her booty She sit in my lap, and her hips keep on movin' Of course I can rap, I be rippin' right thru it Im spittin' facts, it's no cap in my music Im running laps Running thru hoes, like a running back She just went ghost, but she coming back I seen this befo', she don't know how to act Told me to hit the road like I was Jack Call me Ray Charles, Im blind to the hate (Hmm) No time to debate (Hmm) no time to debate (Hmm) And I praise God, got food on my plate (Hmm) Im blind to the hate (Hmm) no time to debate (Hmm) Call me Ray Charles, Im blind to the hate (Hmm) No time to debate (Hmm) no time to debate (Hmm) And I praise God, got food on my plate (Hmm) Im blind to the hate (Hmm) no time to debate (Hmm) No time to discuss, I don't give no fucks I just ran it up, if it's up, then it's stuck Im in Milwaukee, I want me a buck I don't do no talkin', so shut the f*ck up Find you a leprechaun, you outta luck Your necks what I'm steppin' on, ain't lettin' up This bitch a Decepticon, Im in my prime Like Optimus, imma just cop me a ride Hell yeah you fine, but you can't get inside Im done being friendly this ending tonight A fifth of the Hennessy mess up my sight I mix it with lemonade, maybe with Sprite This night either ending in sex or a fight (Shit, with sex or a fight) Shorty get left if you ain't gon' get right (You can get left or get right) Im more than she can handle, she keeps playin' all my songs I flipped thru 47 Channels, ain't a damn thing on! Im running laps Running thru hoes, like a running back She just went ghost, but she coming back I seen this befo', she don't know how to act Told me to hit the road like I was Jack Call me Ray Charles, Im blind to the hate (Hmm) No time to debate (Hmm) no time to debate (Hmm) And I praise God, got food on my plate (Hmm) Im blind to the hate (Hmm) no time to debate (Hmm) Call me Ray Charles, Im blind to the hate (Hmm) No time to debate (Hmm) no time to debate (Hmm) And I praise God, got food on my plate (Hmm) Im blind to the hate (Hmm) no time to debate (Hmm)
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