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