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"One Less Bitch" is a track by Jim Jones, from the album Jim Jones Presents: M.O.B. (Members Of Byrdgang), released 15th July 2006. Full lyrics are available below.
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[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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