On Fireによるコード
Young Thug
Young Thug

N/A2 回閲覧
キー: D major
Verse 1
Eb
Eb
Don't make him mad,
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
he'll put that side bitch on him
Don't make him mad,
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
he'll put that side bitch on him
Gm
Gm
You made him mad,
Eb
Eb
he put you right back on there
Gm
Gm
You made him mad,
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
he put you right back where you started
Gm
Gm
Ain't got no more wristband
Eb
Eb
(Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa)
Gm
Gm
You heard 'bout shaggin' my figures,
ey
Cm
Cm
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Eb
Eb
Fuck your thot
Bb
Bb
Gm
Gm
Pussy ass nigga
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
Gm
Gm
Hop off a jet, hop off a skrrt
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!
Bb
Bb
Shot that boy so many
Verse 2
times
Eb
Eb
Cm
Cm
he caught on fire
Eb
Eb
Every single night I'm spittin' fire
Bb
Bb
Tryna count my profit,
Cm
Cm
baby watch 'em
I'm tired of one, I need two,
Eb
Eb
Bb
Bb
threesome (yeah)
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
I need a threesome
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
Bb
Bb
Just give me a threesome
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
Three, three, three, three, threesome
Cm
Cm
Ab
Ab
Eb
Eb
Push your head up
Bb
Bb
in these strong arms
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
Every single eve I lean on
Bb
Bb
Ashes in the Bentley, I'm that raw
Cm
Cm
Wedding room in my Japanese home
Eb
Eb
Rockin' gas in my Japanese draw
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
ers (rockin' gas)
My friends signed my Japanese wall
Vintage clothes, they kinda cost
I think you lost,
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
baby girl I think you lost but
Gm
Gm
Don't make him mad, he'll put that
Verse 3
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
side bitch on him
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
Don't make him mad, he'll put
Eb
Eb
that side bitch on him
Gm
Gm
You made him mad,
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
he put you right back on there
Gm
Gm
You made him mad,
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
he put you right back where you started
Gm
Gm
Ain't got no more wristbands
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
but I got bands on me
Gm
Gm
He ain't got no more wristbands
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
but I got bands on me
Gm
Gm
I'm in the whip, my clan will tat they
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
names on me
Gm
Gm
You can't trick me like I got the
Eb
Eb
answers tatted on me
Verse 4
It ain't got no scratches on me
Eb
Eb
Bb
Bb
Eb
Eb
I got a ratchet hoe and I got that ratchet on me
Cm
Cm
My life like dominoes,
Eb
Eb
I can't make mistakes lil' homie
Bb
Bb
Cm
Cm
Ay, I ain't got no scratches nowhere
Eb
Eb
I got good skin like a cover girl
Bb
Bb
You can come and chill
Cm
Cm
with me
Eb
Eb
Let's drink a pint of codeine
Verse 5
Eb
Eb
Bb
Bb
Blessed when she on search she a lil easy
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
Breezy beautiful thugger girls with me
Bb
Bb
Enjoy the wealth until you're gone
Cm
Cm
Pillsbury doughboy on strong
Eb
Eb
Bb
Bb
Wearing the seat belt just 'cause my son
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
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,
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
still I ain't traded in or nothin'
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
I got like twenty cars, baby pick one
Verse 6
Don't make him mad,
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
he'll put that side bitch on him
Gm
Gm
Don't make him mad,
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
he'll put that side bitch on him
Gm
Gm
You made him mad,
Eb
Eb
he put you right back on there
Gm
Gm
You made him mad,
Eb
Eb
he put you right back where you started
Gm
Gm
Ain't got no more wristbands
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
but I got bands on me
He ain't got no more wrist
Gm
Gm
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
bands but I got bands on me
Gm
Gm
I'm in the whip, my clan will tat they
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
names on me
Gm
Gm
You can't trick me like I got the
Eb
Eb
answers tatted on me
Gm
Gm
It ain't got no scratches on me
Eb
Eb
Bird on my boots
Verse 7
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
Mm, you kick 'em, let bitches swoop
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
Mm, how dare you, I kick a bullet
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
Mm, my chains, I'm Rick the Ruler
Gm
Gm
Mm, that's foreign,
Eb
Eb
Gm
Gm
ain't no skoom
Eb
Eb
We killin', ain't tryna sue you
Gm
Gm
Mm, head a long way from
Eb
Eb
Raymond news
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
Mm, 2017Porshes zoom, mm
Bb
Bb
I see you eatin' girl, you full
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
Got Molly in my Red Bull
Bb
Bb
I'm with the dolls, and yeah we cruel
Cm
Cm
Everything you do be fire like you
Verse 8
Eb
Eb
Don't make him mad, he'll
Gm
Gm
Eb
Eb
put that side bitch on him
Gm
Gm
Don't make him mad,
Eb
Eb
he'll put that side bitch on him
Gm
Gm
You made him mad,
Eb
Eb
he put you right back on there
Gm
Gm
You made him mad,
Eb
Eb
he put you right back where you started
Gm
Gm
Ain't got no more wristbands
Eb
Eb
(Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa)
Gm
Gm
You heard 'bout shaggin' my fig ures,
ey
Cm
Cm
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Eb
Eb
Fuck your thot
Gm
Gm
Pussy ass nigga
Cm
Cm
Eb
Eb
Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
Gm
Gm
Hop off a jet, hop off skrrt
Eb
Eb
Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
Hop off a jet, hold on!

この曲はどうでしたか?

評価を残すにはする必要があります。
チューナーE A D G B E
コードEb Gm Cm Bb Ab