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one less bitch - jim jones lyrics

[chorus: max b]
one less, one less
one less b*tch you gotta worry about
motherf*cking right
one less, one less
tryna hurry up, bust a nut and get [?]
one less, one less
one less b*tch you gotta worry about
motherf*cking right
one less, one less
tryna hurry up, bust a nut and get [?]

[verse 1: max b]
yo
there was a b*tch, n*gga send [?]
wasn’t sure [?]
playing bigger [?], momi, she had me [?]
my d*ck was [?] a.t.m. machine
had [?] showing off [?]
never [?] on [?] toes
like [?] on the move
on some mr. and mrs. smith, kept hammers in the stovе
she caught me slipping, [?] without the [?]
my jеwelry on, my money [?] had to dip
double back, eight on the waist, laying by [?]
she was [?] underestomating biggivel
came in [?] man [?] jail
[?] n*gga, we taking what you sell
[?] they want to set me up
you slipping after the party, they wanna wet me up
[chorus: max b]
one less, one less
one less b*tch you gotta worry about
motherf*cking right
one less, one less
tryna hurry up, bust a nut and get [?]
one less, one less
one less b*tch you gotta worry about
motherf*cking right
one less, one less
tryna hurry up, bust a nut and get [?]

[verse 2: mel matrix]
old dusty ass b*tch, [?] bread
try to flatline, tryna leave me with a kid
but i ain’t really tryna trick
tryna gangsta mack, ’cause i was thinking with my d*ck
but while i’m thinking with my tool, shorty skemeing on my jewls
calling up them fools
but i’m sticking to the rules, and while i’m tryna make [?] still clutching on my [?]
but now i’m blowed off the raw
lay my head back, and put my gun on the floor
i had [?] at the [?]
jumped to my feet, [?]
shorty walked in and gasped
i walked to the trick, smacked the b*tch on her ass
i told her i’m tryna cum quick
i’m not tryna get murked over no dumb sh*t
[chorus: max b]
one less, one less
one less b*tch you gotta worry about
motherf*cking right
one less, one less
tryna hurry up, bust a nut and get [?]
one less, one less
one less b*tch you gotta worry about
motherf*cking right
one less, one less
tryna hurry up, bust a nut and get [?]

[verse 3: jim jones]
capo!
yeah, that’s one less b*tch we gotta worry about
tryna jump it off quick, then hurry her out
a hundred on the wrist, when the jewelry is out
in a droptop whip, make the girlies come out
money over b*tches, [?]
bunch of pretty b*tches, be stunting in the [?]
now we coming up the street, system bumping loud
[?] in my face, some blowing [?] up in the crowd
breaking all the laws, speeding all the way
got a [?] like she was in the race
and i’m tryna slow down, [?] in the rari
almost got [?] hope you looking [?]
don’t trust a b*tch, as far as you can throw her
baby girl got [?] up, [?] shoulder
i lay my game down fat
baby better fly straight, or catch [?]
dumb b*tch
[chorus: max b]
one less, one less
one less b*tch you gotta worry about
motherf*cking right
one less, one less
tryna hurry up, bust a nut and get [?]
one less, one less
one less b*tch you gotta worry about
motherf*cking right
one less, one less
tryna hurry up, bust a nut and get [?]

- jim jones lyrics

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