Letra de Soul food

Kiss the back of my neckbone
Make it hot like Lousiana hot sauce
Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh
Shoot, that´s soul food
Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh
Stankin´ like chitlins

Sweet like sweet potato pie
Like collard greens and yams on the side
I´m full from top to the bottom and this ain´t no lie
I´m hot like Mississippi burning in the middle of July
And I´m sayin´...

Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh
Whoa, whoa-oh-oh whoa-oh-oh, oh-ooh

Sip me up like lemonade from a mason jar
Make it good like some chicken fried in a pan of lard
I´m getting spoiled like old beans and I can´t lose my head
´Cause when you´re not around I´m crumbling like cornbread

(repeat chorus and ad-lib to end)