Kevin Gates - One Thing lyrics

[Kevin Gates - One Thing lyrics]

Baby, hit this weed because it
Might calm you down
I rub your feet listenin' to
Everything you talkin' bout
Straight out the streets, I'm grimy
I talk, my diamonds shiny
Don't mean to be too aggressive baby
I go to war with God behind you
One thing I really love is
Makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is
Makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is
Makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is
Makin' love to the pussy

No stress hit off the chest, God I made it
I'm off of paper certificate of completion
I felt like I graduated
Enough about that, I ain't come for that
I came to comfort pussy
Drippin' through your draws
Water mean need to be punctured i'm gutter
Make love crazy back to the hustle
In the mirror makin' faces
I'm killin' ya from the back
Stuffin' dick in you slow
Tryna rip the track from your scalp
Phone ring, bitch you know you can't answer
You call 'em back

I say I'm sicker than you
I got more bitches than you
And I can buy a murder
Charge cause my digit's, they grew
I say I'm sicker than you
I got more bitches than you
And I can buy a murder
Charge cause my digit's, they grew

Baby, hit this weed because it
Might calm you down
I rub your feet listenin' to
Everything you talkin' bout
Straight out the streets, I'm grimy
I talk, my diamonds shiny
Don't mean to be too aggressive baby
I go to war with God behind you
One thing I really love is
Makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is
Makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is
Makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is
Makin' love to the pussy

Round two let's get it
Cut up you know I'm with it
I'm out my mind, I don't get tired
Hold up bae it ain't no quittin'
Hold the back of my head with
My tongue in your ass
Ain't no running hold up bae you trippin'
Spit drippin' down the crack of your ass
Watch the liquid drip all in you kitty
Show me you love me
Get on top while I'm suckin'
Your titties you owe me slow motion
You move it around while you do it
Don't nobody know how we thuggin'
You know it
'Cept for the people you told me you told 'em
Except for the people you told
Me you told 'em

I say I'm sicker than you
I got more bitches than you
And I can buy a murder
Charge cause my digit's, they grew
I say I'm sicker than you
I got more bitches than you
And I can buy a murder
Charge cause my digit's, they grew

Baby, hit this weed because it
Might calm you down
I rub your feet listenin' to
Everything you talkin' bout
Straight out the streets, I'm grimy
I talk, my diamonds shiny
Don't mean to be too aggressive baby
I go to war with God behind you
One thing I really love is
Makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is
Makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is
Makin' love to the pussy
One thing I really love is
Makin' love to the pussy

I go to war with God behind you
I go to war with God behind you
I go to war with God behind you
I go to war with God behind you

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