Rex Tanky - Ray Charles Lyrics

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 fuck 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)

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 fuck 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)