Kevin Gates

Kevin Gates - One Thing lyrics

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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

What I 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 your 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 digits, they grew



I say I'm sicker than you, I got more bitches than you

And I can buy a murder charge cause my digits, 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 Runnin hol'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 digits, they grew

I say I'm sicker than you, I got more bitches than you

And I can buy a murder charge cause my digits, 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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Language: English

Appearing on: Islah (2016)

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