Acordes de On Fire
Young Thug
Young Thug

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

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