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lil tjay - resume lyrics

[intro]
lil tjay
uh

[verse 1]
i pop out in all new designer
smellin’ like dolce gabbana
rollin’ up marijuana
ya b-tch had me “como te llamas?”
ya b-tch, she ain’t really a fronter (ooh)
know i could f-ck if i wanna
i might just tell her i love her
i might just f-ck her and dub her
last b-tch i hit with a rubber (ooh)
i couldn’t bust on her covers
had too much respect for her mother
ain’t wanna lay hands on her brother
flexin’, she all on my huevos (ooh)
i just be chasin’ these pesos
told her i ain’t tryna f-ck now
she said, “i’ll still give you head though”
so we went to go get a bottle (ooh)
she said ceretto moscato
chillin’, i’m all at her mouth wit’ it
i bust a nut and she swallowed

[chorus]
put tyb on my resume
keep it real, boy, don’t interrogate
i f-cked your b-tch, i ain’t hesitate
put tyb on my resume
she was a average b-tch anyway
i left her then moved on to better things (skrrt)
she was an average b-tch anyway
i left her then moved on to better things

[verse 2]
w-ssup, is you tryna get high today?
’cause i’ma need wings when i fly away
i g-ssed her, she thought she could ride my face
she asked me when, i said, “yo no se”
this money be comin’ in every way
i stay on my grind every-everyday
that p-ssy be wetter than seven lakes
i beat it, she love how i treat it (yeah)
i know i’m the sh-t, i’m conceited (yeah)
i got her addicted, she need it (now)
if i was a book she would it read it
said if i was a book she would read it
i’m tryna come up with my mans though
ain’t got no time for no d-mn ho
i k!ll it and leave it like rambo
i play b-tches like the piano
this money keep comin’, got handfuls
and n-gg-s be hatin’, they fans though
i bug out on all instrumentals
it might be my time, but i can’t go
so plenty of b-tches got ran through
i’m just that n-gg-, it’s simple
i love all the clout and attention
that’s why i’ma cop me a mansion
this hustle don’t come with a pension
i’m workin’ on sh-t i ain’t mentioned
i’m workin’ on sh-t i ain’t mentioned
we workin’ on sh-t i ain’t mentioned
(mention)

[chorus]
put tyb on my resume (yeah)
keep it real, boy, don’t interrogate (nah)
i f-cked your b-tch, i ain’t hesitate (nah)
put tyb on my resume
she was a average b-tch anyway
i left her then moved on to better things
she was an average b-tch anyway
i left her then moved on to better things

[verse 3]
down for my n-gg-s, don’t come in between
yeah, that’s your b-tch, but she comin’ with me
she like my ‘fro so she f-ck with my team
she like the print that she see in my jeans
she said, “i’m different,” i’m like, “what you mean?”
shorty keep callin’, i’m lettin’ it ring
all she gon’ say is, “i’m doin’ my thing”
gotta start somewhere, i’m chasin’ my dream
started off hungry like jack and the bean
hurt me to say that i’m drug to the fiends
i’ma get money, that’s by any means
not worried ’bout n-gg-s that’s worried ’bout me
yeah, i’m from ryer and 183
used to be deep now it’s n-body free
do it for smelly, i do it for e
b-tches on me and i don’t give a f-ck
sometimes i feel like it’s all about us
free all my n-gg-s, i’m turnin’ sh-t up
codeine with the sprite, ain’t no ice in my cup
yo’ b-tch finessin’ my d-ck like a dutch
tyb season, i’m home and it’s here
i take yo b-tch anytime of the year
’bout to take off and i’m switchin’ my gear
only 16 and i’m on my way there
n-gg-s be hatin’, i really don’t care
n-gg-s be hatin’, i really don’t care
i really don’t care
(i really don’t care, i really don’t care)

[outro]
yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
got up out my birkin, it’s workin’
she said she a virgin, it’s hurtin’
she my biggest fan, she always lurkin’
and she know i’m a man, i’ma put that work in
and i know she can’t stand me, i’m fancy
so i’ma bring her out when i get my grammy
late night s-x, she can’t find her panties
i couldn’t hold it in, now she need a plan b
his b-tch need a plan b
lil tjay fancy

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