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DJ L - 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
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My lungs was made for loud (Blow!)


[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


[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!


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