paroles de chanson On Fire - Young Thug
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
wristband
(Whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa)
You
heard
'bout
shaggin'
my
figures,
ey
(Whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa)
Fuck
your
thot
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
eve
I
lean
on
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
He
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
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,
still
I
ain't
traded
in
or
nothin'
I
got
like
twenty
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
He
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
skoom
We
killin',
ain't
tryna
sue
you
Mm,
head
a
long
way
from
Raymond
news
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)
You
heard
'bout
shaggin'
my
figures,
ey
(Whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa,
whoa)
Fuck
your
thot
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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1 Relationship
2 You Said
3 Tomorrow Til Infinity
4 For Y'all
5 Oh Yeah
6 On Fire
7 Take Care
8 Me Or Us
9 Get High
10 Do U Love Me
11 Daddy's Birthday
12 She Wanna Party
13 Family Don't Matter
14 Feel It
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