[Chorus: Max B]
One less, one less
One less bitch you gotta worry about
Motherfucking right
One less, one less
Tryna hurry up, bust a nut and get [?]
One less, one less
One less bitch you gotta worry about
Motherfucking right
One less, one less
Tryna hurry up, bust a nut and get [?]
[Verse 1: Max B]
Yo
There was a bitch, nigga send [?]
Wasn't sure [?]
Playing bigger [?], momi, she had me [?]
My dick 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
[?] nigga, 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 bitch you gotta worry about
Motherfucking right
One less, one less
Tryna hurry up, bust a nut and get [?]
One less, one less
One less bitch you gotta worry about
Motherfucking right
One less, one less
Tryna hurry up, bust a nut and get [?]
[Verse 2: Mel Matrix]
Old dusty ass bitch, [?] 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 dick
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 bitch on her ass
I told her I'm tryna cum quick
I'm not tryna get murked over no dumb shit
[Chorus: Max B]
One less, one less
One less bitch you gotta worry about
Motherfucking right
One less, one less
Tryna hurry up, bust a nut and get [?]
One less, one less
One less bitch you gotta worry about
Motherfucking right
One less, one less
Tryna hurry up, bust a nut and get [?]
[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
Capo!
Yeah, that's one less bitch 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 bitches, [?]
Bunch of pretty bitches, 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 bitch, 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 bitch
[Chorus: Max B]
One less, one less
One less bitch you gotta worry about
Motherfucking right
One less, one less
Tryna hurry up, bust a nut and get [?]
One less, one less
One less bitch you gotta worry about
Motherfucking right
One less, one less
Tryna hurry up, bust a nut and get [?]
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