歌手:Young Thug
专辑:《Beautiful Thugger Girls》

作词 : Williams, Jeffery Lamar
作曲 : Williams, Jeffery Lamar
Don't make him mad he'll put that side ***** on him
Don't make him mad he'll put that side ***** on' em
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
Woah woah woah woah
Yeah' bouta stack up my figures
**** you thought ***** ass *****
Hop off a jet hop off a jet
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 to threesome yeah
I need a threesome threesome yeah
Girls give me the threesome oh
Three three three three three three threesome
Push your head up in these strong arms
Ever since I believe I lean on
Ashes in the Bentley I'm that raw
Wooden room in my Japanese home
Rockin' guess in my Japanese drawers rockin' guess
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 ***** on him
Don't make him mad he'll put that side ***** on' em
You made him mad he put you right back on there Jeff
You made him mad he put you right back where you started
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
I'm in love with my clan' bouta tat they names on me
You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
And ain't got no scratches on me
I got a ratchet ho and I got this ratchet on me
My life like dominoes I can't make mistakes Lil' homie
Ayy I ain't got no scratches nowhere
I got good skin like a covergirl
You can come and chill with me
Let's drink a pint of codeine
Plus when she on syrup 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 puddle on the neck of my son
I got some act I got some red in my tummy
I want some velvet on my Maybach in a month
I got the Benz still ain't traded in or nothing
I got like twenty cars baby pick one
Don't make him mad he'll put that side ***** on him
Don't make him mad he'll put that side ***** on' em
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
Ain't got no more wristbands but I got bands on me
I'm in love with my clan' bouta tat they names on me
You can't trick me like I got the answers tatted on me
And ain't got no scratches on me
Got bloody murder on my boots
Mm you kick' em that ***** the swoop
Mm how dare you I kick ya ruler hrrah
Mm my chains I'm rick the ruler
Mm that's foreign ain't no scoop mm
We killin' ain't tryna sue you mm
Came a long way from ramen noodles mm
2017 porshes zoom mm
I see you eatin' girl you full mhm
Got Molly in my red bull ah huh
I'm with the dogs and yeah we cruel uh huh
Everything you do be fire like you
Don't make him mad he'll put that side ***** on him
Don't make him mad he'll put that side ***** on' em
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
Woah woah woah woah
Yeah' bouta suck on my figures
**** you thought ***** ass *****
Hop off a jet hop off a jet
Hop off a jet hop off a skrrt
Hop off a jet hop on a jet
Hop off a jet hold on