I hear her callin', call my name Hey now darling Heavy soul darling Heavy soul darling Heavy soul darling Heavy soul Just my color, just my kind Got a heavy soul
one I have decided Who's one of my kind Hey soul sister Ain't that mister mister On the radio, stereo The way you move ain't fair, you know Hey soul
yeah), let's work Show me your soul! c'mon now! Show me your soul! c'mon now! Show me your soul! c'mon now! Lenny Kravitz, Pharrell, they call me Diddy
so If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop, now 'Cause, I'm a rida, yeah Yea I'ma soul survivor,
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So let the music come and save you, yeah I know I found a God that I can pray to deep inside my soul, hey I've got my soul education You know it's stitched
Baby, don't you know I'm a real soul shaker Baby, don't you know I'm gonna set your world on fire Gonna take you so high, we'll be tearin' a hole in
It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure Left
Soulja boy This right here is my swag all the girls are on me damn everybody pay attention this right here is my pretty boy swag
Yeah, I said this one for your stereo Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me Yeah , yeah, I say-say this one for your stereo Turn me up, turn me
're away to be where there's life Be where there's life, be where there's life Be where there's life Dig out your soul 'cause here we go We gotta move
(hook): you a soulja girl turn the radio up and if you ride for yo man turn the radio up and if you look good and you know it let me hear you say
All Black Everything All Black Everything All Black Everything All Black All Black [x4] Black cards black cars Im so legendary, black beatiful girls
(Muevelo) (Subelo) Tico era un Boricua de Manhattan Cantaba en el subway Con su beat box y su electric guitar Por las noches era DJ Se paraban en las
*breaking glass* G5 kids Soldier, soldier, soldier Soulja, soulja, soulja All the pretty girls stand up All the pretty boys stand up Pretty boys in the
Chorus] Round and round it goes... This carnival of souls... [Guitar Solo] Television, inquisition, incision [Chorus] Round and round it goes (round and round it goes) This carnival of souls
I said they're drivin' that funky soul In Georgia, drivin' that funky soul, drivin' that funky soul And you cross your tongue in Baltimore Philadelphia
I ain't talkin' just to tease People like you, you don't grow on dreams Look at you, that's what it's gonna be Have everything I need Around my soul book