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Charles Ray This Can T Be Love

This is too sweet to be love This can't be love Because I feel so well I love to look in your eyes I love to look in your eyes This can't be love Because

This is too sweet to be love This can't be love Because I feel so well I love to look in your eyes I love to look in your eyes This can't be love Because

with the big nuts And he's flowin' like a breeze This ain't Halloween, ain't no trick or treat You young silly ass hoe's can't get shit for free I give

wrist Like Ray Charles, I know she thick And the dick gon' stay hard I ain't gotta say I fucked her I can just straight out fuck her I can use my mind

, in some paper or a dutch The ganja, I can't wait to get a rush, marijuana I play cards with Ray Charles, cheat for a grand Once I deal out the deck

in that white chair Ray Charles, Marvin Gaye Barry White dead Carry Mims Senior, Joanne Phnell right there I don't need money All I need is a mic there I can

nation and your summon to me Don't need no damn jury Even Ray Charles could see You best report (report to my bedroom baby) (Report) right now, oooooooooh It's time for some love

down and got paid for it, since sixteen I'm a addict b, this thug shit is like nicotine And I can't stop smoking, I can't stop smoking I'm like Rakim

me cause I'm the straight one Plus chicks can't trick the light-skinned nigga with the long hair With Nick Cage in an airplane these hoes couldn't +Con