On Fire

On Fire

Track by Young Thug

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LYRICS

作詞:Jeffery Williams/London Holmes/Wesley Glass

Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him You made him mad, he put you right back on there You made him mad, he put you right back where you started Ain't got no more wristbands- (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Yeah bout seven big figures (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Fuck you thought? Pussy ass nigga Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep Hop off a jet, hop off a skrrt Hop off a jet, hop on a jet Hop off a jet, hold on! Shot that boy so many times he caught on fire Every single night I'm spittin' fire Tryna count my profit, baby watch 'em I'm tired of one, I need two, threesome (yeah) I need a threesome Just give me a threesome Three, three, three, three, threesome Push your head up in these strong arms Every single Ashes in the Bentley, I'm that raw Wedding room in my Japanese home Rockin' Guess in my Japanese drawers (rockin' gas) My friends signed my Japanese wall Vintage clothes, they kinda cost I think you lost, baby girl I think you lost but Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him You made him mad, he put you right back on there You made him mad, he put you right back where you started Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me I'm in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me It ain't got no scratches on me I got a ratchet hoe and I got that ratchet on me My life like dominoes, I can't make mistakes lil' homie Ay, I ain't got no scratches nowhere I got good skin like a cover girl You can come and chill with me Let's drink a pint of codeine Plus when she on syrup she a lil Easy Breezy Beautiful Thugger Girls with me Enjoy the wealth until you're gone Pillsbury doughboy on strong Wearing the seat belt just 'cause my son I put a puddle on the neck of my son I got your back, I got some red in my tummy I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month I got the Benz, still ain't traded in or nothin' I got like 20 cars, baby pick one Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him You made him mad, he put you right back on there You made him mad, he put you right back where you started Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me I'm in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me It ain't got no scratches on me Bird on my boots Mm, you kick 'em, let bitches swoop Mm, how dare you, I kick a bullet Mm, my chains, I'm Rick the Ruler Mm, that's foreign ain't no scoonWe killin', ain't tryna sue you Mm, came a long way from ramen noodles Mm, 2017 Porshes zoom, mm I see you eatin' girl, you full Got Molly in my Red Bull I'm with the dolls, and yeah we cruel Everything you do be fire like you Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him Don't make him mad, he'll put that side bitch on him You made him mad, he put you right back on there You made him mad, he put you right back where you started Ain't got no more wristbands- (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Yeah bout seven big figures (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Fuck you thought? Pussy ass nigga Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep Hop off a jet, hop off skrrt Hop off a jet, hop on a jet Hop off a jet, hold on!

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