One Thing Lyrics - Islah - Kevin Gates

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 

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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