Lyrics Soul No. 5 - Caroline Rose

Soul No. 5

I got a bicycle, I’m cruising down the street
I like to keep it loose, a freak in the sheets
I got a credit card and I use it all the time
I got the goochi, goochi, gooey, oozy, icky, oozy style
I do a hair flip, I strut my stuff
You whispering at me, I can’t hear you, I say «what»
I don’t have a job but I got a lot of time
Baby, show me yours and then maybe I’ll show you mine
Bang, bang and away she goes
Souped up, man, I’m ready to blow
I got soul, I got soul
I got soul
Rolling their windows down and screaming out my name
Like, «you looking good, mama, how you doin'?
You and me, girl, we have a really good time»
But I like to hit 'em and quit 'em, that’s just my style
I wear kicks, bitch, fresh out the box
I got that box go like pop, pop, pop
Rolling out the carpet and then shining down the lights
My girls are looking good and we going out tonight
Bang bang, and away she goes
Souped up, girl, I am ready to blow
I got soul, I got soul
I got soul, soul
Soul, soul, soul
I got soul, I got soul
I got soul, soul
Soul, soul, soul