Bushwalla - Soul Train lyrics

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Bushwalla - Soul Train lyrics

I live by the funk And I die by the funk And I am livin' it by the funk and I live Well the harmonies they won't be kickin' But these lyrics are so finger lickin' When your girls' purrin' like a kitten She'll be smitten for an a** whippin' Now the dopper the rhyme at the scene of the crime And you can not forget the weather I'll be cussin' no fussin' forget all that rush And my skin feels like its pleather On the 4th of July that is when Bush might die And your girl will be liking the weather I slip her the fly and then hope she don't cry and I pray there is no brother 'Cause she's a white girl In a soul train line Now my fingers are really tired I've been up for three days and I'm wired This girl reaps (reeks) of desire And is burning like a mother fathers wild fire Cause the older the doe, you know the more she might know And the drink k**s off my liver And the rhyme battles through everything that you do And liquor is k**ing my system I'm totally on the stoned upon the emcee microphone Peace and love to all my crew But the girl got an itching to hear that she's like this But Bushwalla knows what to do 'Cause she's a white girl In a soul train line She could take a dime from a nickel bag Yes she can She can walk like a man, do me, doing her handstand American bandstand, it did not comprehend So the soul train is where she fit in Did it again and again As if it wasn't a sin Now they asked her, where it all began Yes, she said Nebraska, on TV on Saturday This is where made enough of the money To grow up, bail out n-move to the city Greyhound bus, true grit, real titties And she made her way as the Soul Train pretty 'Cause she's a white girl In a soul train line And I am livin' it by the funk And I am livin' it by the funk And I am livin' it by the funk and I live

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