P-Air - 1 Thing About Me lyrics

[Intro: DWA$H] Dope boys man Let me tell you goofy a** n***as a thing or two about me (Chulo roll that dope man) One thing about me... One thing about me... One thing about me... (Listen clearly) One thing about me... [Hook: DWA$H] One thing about me You know I keep some b**hes 'round me Keep them super wet - I swear them hoes be tryna drown me One thing about me Is I stay true to my religion Keep some money in my pocket - And some b**hes in the kitchen One thing about me Is b**h I'm all about a check I wake early morning - Hit the door then I collect One thing about me My n***as turn up everyday Roll the dope and we gon' burn up - b**h I'm hot in every way One thing about me [Verse 1: DWA$H] They know I do them b**hes bad Foreign b**hes call me papi Local b**hes call me dad Kick it like Mr. Miyagi b**h I'm stacking for that Jag Rocking belts is not enough My money make them b**hes sag f** your b**h and give her back I know it make you n***as sad Tryna turn my life to something That a n***a never had I'm pushing them packs And getting them back My money is why n***as mad You need an a**ist? I'm dishing like Christopher Paul Or maybe I'm Nash My money I'm stacking it up Them b**hes ain't taking it down On Twitter they be cutting up In person ain't making a sound These n***as be clowns I'm pitching that dope off a mound D-man might let off a round Blowing that dope out a pound So loud I might wake up the town We pick them up; they let us f**; We pa** them b**hes round Them regular hoes, they never get chose Unless they going down One thing about me is I'm a king My head was made for crowns We doper than most I'm smoking the most My lungs was made for loud (Blow!) [Hook] [Verse 2: P-Air] One thing about P, I love money Dirty money, Drug money Can't no b**h get love from me Just a whole 'lot of dick and some d** from me She a dope fiend, she on both knees She addicted, to this dickin Touchdown in the kitchen Dunk it off Blake Griffin Now this white girl what I'm pitching Bricks wrapped like Christmas Run on me you won't get sh** But a clip and a fist b**h My blunts the size of a fish stick And she ride more than a stick shift Call my 4-5 trampoline Why? cause it flip sh** Two hoes, one dick Make them share, pimp sh** When I f** a ho she know n***a She out the door(dough) like a broke n***a Won't even come a hundred deep We'll shake the scene with four n***as Won't even come a hundred deep We'll shake the scene with four n***as [Hook] [Verse 3: JBTheFirst] This not, it's not you it's me It's just not you and me I ride solo, Ho no You won't see this loot from me I'm with DWASH, P we grinding can't you see? DTM sh** doper than y'all We the guys you planned to be Got the bread in the oven (Bread in the oven) Cooking up this heat High off this life That's why you looking at my feet Quick tripping 'bout these b**hes Get your money f** them all Well it's kind of hard When you can't get them off your drawers f** it, bust it, twerk it, bust it, twerk it, yup! Don't be nervous baby I know you heard sh** lately 'Bout how I'm absurd and crazy Well it's probably true And if I was you I'd be thinking twice That's brain for me and brain for my homie That's what I call thinking right (yeah) One thing about me is I don't give a f** And to all my competition I just wish them luck We got police b**hing man they can't get rid of us We just turn up hoping that we turn out rich as f**! (boy) Uh... JP! [Hook]