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      On Fire

      Young Thug

      Album: Beautiful Thugger Girls

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      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' gas 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
      Blessed when she on search 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 [?] 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 scoon [?]
      We 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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