| Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
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| Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
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| You made him mad, he put you right back on there
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| You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
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| Ain’t got no more wristbands―
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| (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
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| Yeah bout seven big figures
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| (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
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| Fuck you thought?
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| Pussy ass nigga
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| Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
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| Hop off a jet, hop off a skrrt
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| Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
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| Hop off a jet, hold on!
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| Shot that boy so many times he caught on fire
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| Every single night I’m spittin' fire
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| Tryna count my profit, baby watch 'em
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| I’m tired of one, I need two, threesome (yeah)
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| I need a threesome
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| Just give me a threesome
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| Three, three, three, three, threesome
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| Push your head up in these strong arms
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| Every single
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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 drawers (rockin' gas)
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| My friends signed my Japanese wall
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| Vintage clothes, they kinda cost
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| I think you lost, baby girl I think you lost but
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| Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
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| Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
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| You made him mad, he put you right back on there
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| You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
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| Ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
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| Ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
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| I’m in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me
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| You can’t trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
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| 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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| My life like dominoes, I can’t make mistakes lil' homie
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| 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 with me
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| Let’s drink a pint of codeine
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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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| Pillsbury doughboy on strong
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| Wearing the seat belt just 'cause my son
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| I put a on the neck of my son
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| I got your back, I got some red in my tummy
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| I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month
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| I got the Benz, still ain’t traded in or nothin'
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| I got like 20 cars, baby pick one
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| Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
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| Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
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| You made him mad, he put you right back on there
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| You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
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| Ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
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| Ain’t got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
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| I’m in the whip, my clan will tat they names on me
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| You can’t trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
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| It ain’t got no scratches on me
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| Bird on my boots
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| Mm, you kick 'em, let bitches swoop
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| Mm, how dare you, I kick a bullet
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| Mm, my chains, I’m Rick the Ruler
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| Mm, that’s foreign ain’t no scoon
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| We killin', ain’t tryna sue you
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| Mm, came a long way from ramen noodles
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| Mm, 2017 Porshes zoom, mm
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| I see you eatin' girl, you full
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| Got Molly in my Red Bull
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| I’m with the dolls, and yeah we cruel
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| Everything you do be fire like you
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| Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
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| Don’t make him mad, he’ll put that side bitch on him
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| You made him mad, he put you right back on there
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| You made him mad, he put you right back where you started
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| Ain’t got no more wristbands―
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| (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
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| Yeah bout seven big figures
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| (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
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| Fuck you thought?
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| Pussy ass nigga
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| Hop off a jet, hop off a Jeep
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| Hop off a jet, hop off skrrt
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| Hop off a jet, hop on a jet
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| Hop off a jet, hold on! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On Fire, artist - Young Thug. Album song Beautiful Thugger Girls, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп