Kiss the back of my neckbone
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Make it hot like Lousiana hot sauce
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Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh
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Shoot, that's soul food
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Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh
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Stankin' like chitlins
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Sweet like sweet potato pie
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Like collard greens and yams on the side
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I'm full from top to the bottom and this ain't no lie
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I'm hot like Mississippi burning in the middle of July
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And I'm sayin'...
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Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh
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Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh
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Sip me up like lemonade from a mason jar
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Make it good like some chicken
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fried in a pan of lard
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I'm getting spoiled like old beans
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and I can't lose my head
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'Cause when you're not around
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I'm crumbling like cornbread -
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Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh
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Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh -
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Soul Food
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| Leela James |
