On Fire 创作者：
Young Thug

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调：D major

Verse 1
F# 
Don't make him mad,
A#m 
D#m 
F# 
he'll put that side  bitch on him
Don't make him mad,
D#m 
F# 
he'll put that side  bitch on him
A#m 
You made him mad,
F# 
he put you right back on there
A#m 
You made him mad,
D#m 
F# 
he put you right back where you started
A#m 
Ain't got no more wristband
F# 
(Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa)
A#m 
You heard 'bout shaggin' my figures,
ey
D#m 
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
F# 
Fuck your thot
C# 
A#m 
Pussy ass nigga
D#m 
F# 
Hop off a jet,  hop off a Jeep
A#m 
Hop off a jet, hop off a     skrrt
D#m 
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# 
D#m 
he caught on fire
F# 
Every single night I'm spittin' fire
C# 
Tryna count my profit,
D#m 
baby watch 'em
I'm tired of one, I need two,
F# 
C# 
threesome (yeah)
D#m 
F# 
I need a threesome
D#m 
F# 
C# 
Just  give me a threesome
D#m 
F# 
Three, three, three, three, threesome
D#m 
B 
F# 
Push your head up
C# 
in these strong arms
D#m 
F# 
Every single eve I lean on
C# 
Ashes in the Bentley, I'm that raw
D#m 
Wedding room  in my Japanese home
F# 
Rockin' gas in my Japanese draw
D#m 
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
A#m 
Don't make him mad, he'll put that

Verse 3
D#m 
F# 
side bitch on  him
A#m 
D#m 
Don't make him mad, he'll put
F# 
that side bitch on him
A#m 
You made him mad,
D#m 
F# 
he put you right back on  there
A#m 
You made him mad,
D#m 
F# 
he put you right back where you started
A#m 
Ain't got no more wristbands
D#m 
F# 
but I got bands on me
A#m 
He ain't got no more wristbands
D#m 
F# 
but I got bands on me
A#m 
I'm in the whip, my clan  will tat they
D#m 
F# 
names on me
A#m 
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
D#m 
My life like dominoes,
F# 
I can't make mistakes lil' homie
C# 
D#m 
Ay, I ain't got no scratches nowhere
F# 
I got good skin like a cover girl
C# 
You can come and chill
D#m 
with me
F# 
Let's drink a pint of codeine

Verse 5
F# 
C# 
Blessed when she on search she a lil easy
D#m 
F# 
Breezy beautiful thugger girls with me
C# 
Enjoy the wealth until you're gone
D#m 
Pillsbury doughboy on strong
F# 
C# 
Wearing the seat belt just 'cause my son
D#m 
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,
A#m 
F# 
still I ain't traded in or nothin'
D#m 
F# 
I got like twenty cars, baby pick one

Verse 6
Don't make him mad,
A#m 
D#m 
F# 
he'll put   that side  bitch on him
A#m 
Don't make him mad,
D#m 
F# 
he'll put that side bitch on him
A#m 
You made him mad,
F# 
he put you right back on  there
A#m 
You made him mad,
F# 
he put you right back where you started
A#m 
Ain't got no more wristbands
D#m 
F# 
but I got band  s on me
He ain't got no more wrist
A#m 
D#m 
F# 
bands but I got bands on me
A#m 
I'm in the whip, my clan  will tat they
D#m 
F# 
names on me
A#m 
You can't trick me like I got the
F# 
answers tatted on me
A#m 
It ain't got no scratches on me
F# 
Bird on my boots

Verse 7
A#m 
F# 
Mm,   you kick 'em, let bitches swoop
A#m 
F# 
Mm,   how dare you, I kick a bullet
A#m 
F# 
Mm, my chains, I'm Rick the Ruler
A#m 
Mm, that's foreign,
F# 
A#m 
ain't no  skoom
F# 
We killin', ain't tryna sue you
A#m 
Mm,   head a long way from
F# 
Raymond news
A#m 
F# 
Mm,   2017Porshes zoom, mm
C# 
I see you eatin' girl, you full
D#m 
F# 
Got   Molly in my Red Bull
C# 
I'm with the dolls, and yeah we cruel
D#m 
Everything you do be fire like you

Verse 8
F# 
Don't make him mad, he'll
A#m 
F# 
put that side bitch on him
A#m 
Don't make him mad,
F# 
he'll put that side bitch on him
A#m 
You made him mad,
F# 
he put you right back on  there
A#m 
You made him mad,
F# 
he put you right back where you started
A#m 
Ain't got no more wristbands
F# 
(Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa)
A#m 
You heard 'bout shaggin' my fig   ures,
ey
D#m 
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
F# 
Fuck your thot
A#m 
Pussy ass nigga
D#m 
F# 
Hop off a jet,  hop off a Jeep
A#m 
Hop off a jet, hop off skrrt
F# 
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!