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Bad Company Young Blood

Young blood, young blood, young blood I can't get you out of my mind Young blood, young blood, young blood I can't get you out of my mind Young blood

corner A yellow ribbon in her hair I couldn't keep myself from callin' Look a there, look a there, look a there, look a there Young blood, young blood, young blood

Come all you wild young men and a warning take by me Never lead your single life astray or into bad company As I myself have done, being all in the month

all gotta die Since I was no bigger than a weevil they've been saying I was evil That if, "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it That I'm a wicked young lady

'm born, be warned You catch a high place cinchin, lucky you just the engine On a vision quest but my breathe is on Bad intentions to herd the lyrical

dummy" But i'm the blood spiller so yo i'm thinking "Yummy yummy!" They call me the blood spiller that don't mean my blood gets spilt But I paint the

shimmy 'till her garters break [Company] And all that jazz [Velma Kelly] Show her where to park her girdle Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle [Company

My Daddy Im The, Young Stunna, Stuntin Like My Daddy Stuntin Like My Daddy, I Be Stuntin Like My Daddy [Verse 4: Young Dro] Yawl Niggas Salty Hessian

all gotta die Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it That I'm a wicked young lady