Album Name

Beautiful Thugger Girls

Artist

Young Thug

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2017.06.23

Release Agency

워너뮤직

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