On Fireによるコード
Young Thug
Young Thug

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

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