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tristin edwards – that’s it (feat. dreamless) lyrics

[hook: tristin edwards]
just clean the house and that’s it
get me aroused and that’s it
take off your blouse and that’s it
don’t make a sound and that’s it (yeah)
just let me bone and that’s it
give me some dome and that’s it
then hit the road and that’s it
don’t hit my phone ’cause that’s it (yeah)

[verse 1: tristin edwards]
way too much chrome on my whip
way too much ice on my wrist
hit you up, give you some d-ck, then i split, ’cause i’m f-ckin’ a new b-tch by six
and another at twelve
puttin’ this b-tch on the shelf
puttin’ this b-tch in chanel
boutta go ham on this beat, man, i’m boutta excel
boutta surp-ss all these rappers that’s whack, and i’m doin’ it all by myself
pop a bar and that’s it
foreign cars, foreign b-tch
four in the cup, 24 on my rims
44 minutes in
formin’ these thoughts with my paper and pen
roll up papers, and then
ballin’ like lakers and f-ckin’ on tens
f-ck on your b-tch, and then f-ck on her friend

[hook: dreamless]
give me some brain and that’s it
makin’ it rain and that’s it
iron my suit, polish my shoes
stay in your lane and that’s it (yeah)
d-ck like a candle, too hot to handle
blow out the flame and that’s it
l!ck on the tip and that’s it
icy, so cold, let it drip (yeah)

[verse 2: tristin edwards]
that’s it, pull up in foreign whips
that’s it, roll up some foreign sh-t
that’s it, nothin’ else needed
b-tch on her knees, and she sucks til it’s bleedin’
then i proceeded to eat it like reese’s
and then she proceeded to suck me like straws, ’til her jaws in two pieces
rappers in awe ’cause they seein sh-t, they’ve never seen in sh-t
d-ck in her spleen and sh-t (yeah)
fly overseas and sh-t
this is my season b-tch
flex for no reason sh-t (yeah)
i do not f-ck with this b-tch
f-cked her once and that’s it
just make me dinner lil b-tch
make me dinner, that’s it (yeah)
then clean the house lil b-tch
clean the house and that’s it (yeah)

[verse 3: dreamless]
don’t hit my line and that’s it
doubt in my mind and that’s it
skippin’ the line ’cause i’m quick
f-ck on your b-tch and that’s it
she be my main, you my trick
make me nesquick and that’s it
no, we ain’t watchin’ netflix (ay)
i need my fix and that’s it (ay)
hittin’ it quick and then dip, like some salsa
b-tches be makin’ me pasta
wearin’ confetti like rasta
she say my d-ck be so awesome
she dead on the d-ck, like a possum
she like my sauce, ’cause i sauce ’em
f-ck all these b-tches and toss ’em
to the curb, thoughts so absurd
i am the father, makin’ this guala while drivin’ impalas

[hook: tristin edwards + -dreamless-]
just clean the house and that’s it
get me aroused and that’s it
take off your blouse and that’s it
don’t make a sound and that’s it (yeah)
just let me bone and that’s it
give me some dome and that’s it
then hit the road and that’s it
don’t hit my phone ’cause that’s it (yeah)
-give me some brain and that’s it
makin’ it rain and that’s it
iron my suit, polish my shoes
stay in your lane and that’s it (yeah)
d-ck like a candle, too hot to handle
blow out the flame and that’s it
l!ck on the tip and that’s it
icy, so cold, let it drip (yeah)-

- tristin edwards lyrics

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