On Fire 创作者：
Young Thug

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调：D major

Verse 1
A 
Don't make him mad,
C#m 
F#m 
A 
he'll put that side  bitch on him
Don't make him mad,
F#m 
A 
he'll put that side  bitch on him
C#m 
You made him mad,
A 
he put you right back on there
C#m 
You made him mad,
F#m 
A 
he put you right back where you started
C#m 
Ain't got no more wristband
A 
(Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa)
C#m 
You heard 'bout shaggin' my figures,
ey
F#m 
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
A 
Fuck your thot
E 
C#m 
Pussy ass nigga
F#m 
A 
Hop off a jet,  hop off a Jeep
C#m 
Hop off a jet, hop off a     skrrt
F#m 
A 
Hop off a jet,  hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!
E 
Shot that boy so many

Verse 2
times
A 
F#m 
he caught on fire
A 
Every single night I'm spittin' fire
E 
Tryna count my profit,
F#m 
baby watch 'em
I'm tired of one, I need two,
A 
E 
threesome (yeah)
F#m 
A 
I need a threesome
F#m 
A 
E 
Just  give me a threesome
F#m 
A 
Three, three, three, three, threesome
F#m 
D 
A 
Push your head up
E 
in these strong arms
F#m 
A 
Every single eve I lean on
E 
Ashes in the Bentley, I'm that raw
F#m 
Wedding room  in my Japanese home
A 
Rockin' gas in my Japanese draw
F#m 
A 
ers   (rockin' gas)
My friends signed my Japanese wall
Vintage clothes, they kinda cost
I think you lost,
E 
A 
baby girl I think you lost but
C#m 
Don't make him mad, he'll put that

Verse 3
F#m 
A 
side bitch on him
C#m 
F#m 
Don't make him mad, he'll put
A 
that side bitch on him
C#m 
You made him mad,
F#m 
A 
he put you right back on there
C#m 
You made him mad,
F#m 
A 
he put you right back where you started
C#m 
Ain't got no more wristbands
F#m 
A 
but I got bands on me
C#m 
He ain't got no more wristbands
F#m 
A 
but I got bands on me
C#m 
I'm in the whip, my clan  will tat they
F#m 
A 
names on me
C#m 
You can't trick me like I got the
A 
answers tatted on me

Verse 4
It ain't got no scratches on me
A 
E 
A 
I got a ratchet hoe and I got that ratchet on me
F#m 
My life like dominoes,
A 
I can't make mistakes lil' homie
E 
F#m 
Ay, I ain't got no scratches nowhere
A 
I got good skin like a cover girl
E 
You can come and chill
F#m 
with me
A 
Let's drink a pint of codeine

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

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

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

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