One Thing Chords by Kevin Gates

[Verse]
B C#m                                A            
■ Baby hit this weed 'cause it might calm you down
      C#m                                                
I rub your feet listenin' to everything you talkin' 'bout
E                            C#m  
Straight out the streets I'm grimy
                   C#m  
I talk my diamonds shiny
      C#m                           
Don't mean to be too aggressive baby
                     A         
I go to war with God behind you


[Chorus]
                           C#m                     
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
                           E                  A    
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
                           C#m                     
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
                           C#m                     
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy


[Verse]
   A                              C#m                     
No stress hit off the chest God I made it I'm off of paper
C#m                                              
Certificate of completion I felt like I graduated
A                                  C#m 
Enough about that I ain't come for that
                        C#m                        
I came to comfort pussy drippin' through your draws
       C#m                      
What I mean need to be punctured
    A                C#m                     
I'm gutter make love crazy back to the hustle
                               E                       
In the mirror makin' faces I'm killin' ya from the back
A                                   C#m                      
Stuffin' dick in you slow tryna rip the track from your scalp
C#m                                       
Phone ring bitch you know you can't answer


[Chorus]
C#m              
You call 'em back
                 A                   C#m             
I say I'm sicker than you I got more bitches than you
                                        E           D#7 
And I can buy a murder charge 'cause my digits done grew
          A                          C#m             
I say I'm sicker than you I got more bitches than you
                                        E               
And I can buy a murder charge 'cause my digits done grew


[Verse]
                                   A            
Baby hit this weed 'cause it might calm you down
      C#m                                                
I rub your feet listenin' to everything you talkin' 'bout
E        C#m                 A    
Straight out the streets I'm grimy
                   C#m  
I talk my diamonds shiny
                                E   
Don't mean to be too aggressive baby
        C#m          A         
I go to war with God behind you


[Chorus]
                           C#m                     
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
                                              A    
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
                           C#m                     
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
                           C#m                     
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy


[Verse]
A                          C#m                    
Round two let's get it cut up you know I'm with it
                                          E                       
I'm out my mind I don't get tired hold up bae it ain't no quittin'
         A                                                   C#m                         
Hold the back of my head with my tongue in your ass ain't no runnin' hol' up you trippin'
C#m                                                                             
Spit drippin' down the crack of your ass watch the liquid drip all in your kitty
A                  
Show me you love me
       C#m                                           
Get on top while I'm suckin' your titties you hold me
     C#m                                         
Slow motion you move it around while you throw it
      A                                      
Don't nobody know how we thuggin' you know it
C#m                                          
'cept for the people you told me you told 'em


[Chorus]
E                         D#7                 
Except for the people you told me you told 'em
          G#7                                C#7     
I say I'm sicker than you I got more bitches than you
          G#7                                           
And I can buy a murder charge 'cause my digits done grew
                                             C#7     
I say I'm sicker than you I got more bitches than you
          G#7                           C#7             
And I can buy a murder charge 'cause my digits done grew
                                   A            
Baby hit this weed 'cause it might calm you down


[Verse]
      C#m                                                
I rub your feet listenin' to everything you talkin' 'bout
E        C#m                 A    
Straight out the streets I'm grimy
                   C#m  
I talk my diamonds shiny
      C#m                           
Don't mean to be too aggressive baby
                     A         
I go to war with God behind you


[Chorus]
                           C#m                     
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
                                              A    
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
                           C#m                     
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy
                           C#m                     
One thing I really love is makin' love to the pussy


[Outro]
                 A          C#m
I go to war with God behind you
                     A      C#m
I go to war with God behind you
E                      A      C#m
■ I go to war with God behind you
                     A          C#m A C#m
I go to war with God behind you ■   ■ ■