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Rolling Stones Let It Bleed

bleed on me We all need someone we can bleed on And if you want it, why don't you bleed on me Get it on, rider Get it on, rider Get it on, rider You can

its way War, children, it's just a shot away It's just a shot away War, children, it's just a shot away It's just a shot away Rape, murder! It

they got dirty necks They're so 20th century Well they queue up for the bathroom 'Round about 7:35 Don'cha think we need a woman's touch to make it

: I'm a fleabit peanut monkey All my friends are junkies That's not really true I'm a cold Italian pizza I could use a lemon squeezer What you

it, baby, why don'cha bleed on me All over Ahh, get it on rider, get it on rider , get it on rider You can bleed all over me Get it on rider , get it

you'll hear him moan Talkin' about the midnight gambler Everybody got to go Did you hear about the midnight rambler Well, honey, it's no rock 'n' roll

if you want it, baby, why don'cha bleed on me All over, Ahh, bleed it alright, bleed it alright, bleed it alright You can bleed all over me Bleed it alright, bleed it

step [Buckshot Shorty] Can I hear it for Buckshot? (Buckshot) Buck's hot, spell it and yell it but the shit don't stop It be hot, y'all niggas is worthless

wanna stick me for my G's and ki's But believe I'm gone make dem bitches bleed indeed You can bring it, bring it, bring it but you can't stop this Bulletproof