调:D major
Verse 1
F
Don't make him mad,
Am
Dm
F
he'll put that side bitch on him
Don't make him mad,
Dm
F
he'll put that side bitch on him
Am
You made him mad,
F
he put you right back on there
Am
You made him mad,
Dm
F
he put you right back where you started
Am
Ain't got no more wristband
F
(Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa)
Am
You heard 'bout shaggin' my figures,
ey
Dm
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
F
Fuck your thot
C
Am
Pussy ass nigga
Dm
F
Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
Am
Hop off a jet, hop off a skrrt
Dm
F
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!
C
Shot that boy so many
Verse 2
times
F
Dm
he caught on fire
F
Every single night I'm spittin' fire
C
Tryna count my profit,
Dm
baby watch 'em
I'm tired of one, I need two,
F
C
threesome (yeah)
Dm
F
I need a threesome
Dm
F
C
Just give me a threesome
Dm
F
Three, three, three, three, threesome
Dm
Bb
F
Push your head up
C
in these strong arms
Dm
F
Every single eve I lean on
C
Ashes in the Bentley, I'm that raw
Dm
Wedding room in my Japanese home
F
Rockin' gas in my Japanese draw
Dm
F
ers (rockin' gas)
My friends signed my Japanese wall
Vintage clothes, they kinda cost
I think you lost,
C
F
baby girl I think you lost but
Am
Don't make him mad, he'll put that
Verse 3
Dm
F
side bitch on him
Am
Dm
Don't make him mad, he'll put
F
that side bitch on him
Am
You made him mad,
Dm
F
he put you right back on there
Am
You made him mad,
Dm
F
he put you right back where you started
Am
Ain't got no more wristbands
Dm
F
but I got bands on me
Am
He ain't got no more wristbands
Dm
F
but I got bands on me
Am
I'm in the whip, my clan will tat they
Dm
F
names on me
Am
You can't trick me like I got the
F
answers tatted on me
Verse 4
It ain't got no scratches on me
F
C
F
I got a ratchet hoe and I got that ratchet on me
Dm
My life like dominoes,
F
I can't make mistakes lil' homie
C
Dm
Ay, I ain't got no scratches nowhere
F
I got good skin like a cover girl
C
You can come and chill
Dm
with me
F
Let's drink a pint of codeine
Verse 5
F
C
Blessed when she on search she a lil easy
Dm
F
Breezy beautiful thugger girls with me
C
Enjoy the wealth until you're gone
Dm
Pillsbury doughboy on strong
F
C
Wearing the seat belt just 'cause my son
Dm
F
I put a corder 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 itch,
Am
F
still I ain't traded in or nothin'
Dm
F
I got like twenty cars, baby pick one
Verse 6
Don't make him mad,
Am
Dm
F
he'll put that side bitch on him
Am
Don't make him mad,
Dm
F
he'll put that side bitch on him
Am
You made him mad,
F
he put you right back on there
Am
You made him mad,
F
he put you right back where you started
Am
Ain't got no more wristbands
Dm
F
but I got bands on me
He ain't got no more wrist
Am
Dm
F
bands but I got bands on me
Am
I'm in the whip, my clan will tat they
Dm
F
names on me
Am
You can't trick me like I got the
F
answers tatted on me
Am
It ain't got no scratches on me
F
Bird on my boots
Verse 7
Am
F
Mm, you kick 'em, let bitches swoop
Am
F
Mm, how dare you, I kick a bullet
Am
F
Mm, my chains, I'm Rick the Ruler
Am
Mm, that's foreign,
F
Am
ain't no skoom
F
We killin', ain't tryna sue you
Am
Mm, head a long way from
F
Raymond news
Am
F
Mm, 2017Porshes zoom, mm
C
I see you eatin' girl, you full
Dm
F
Got Molly in my Red Bull
C
I'm with the dolls, and yeah we cruel
Dm
Everything you do be fire like you
Verse 8
F
Don't make him mad, he'll
Am
F
put that side bitch on him
Am
Don't make him mad,
F
he'll put that side bitch on him
Am
You made him mad,
F
he put you right back on there
Am
You made him mad,
F
he put you right back where you started
Am
Ain't got no more wristbands
F
(Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa)
Am
You heard 'bout shaggin' my fig ures,
ey
Dm
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
F
Fuck your thot
Am
Pussy ass nigga
Dm
F
Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
Am
Hop off a jet, hop off skrrt
F
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!
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