Resume Lyrics - Lil Tjay

[Intro] 

Lil TJay 

Uh 

[Verse 1] 

I pop out in all new designer 

Smellin' like Dolce Gabbana 

Rollin' up marijuana 

Ya bitch had me "Como te llamas?" 

Ya bitch, she ain't really a fronter (ooh) 

Know I could fuck if I wanna 

I might just tell her I love her 

I might just fuck her and dub her 

Last bitch I hit with a rubber (ooh) 

I could've bust on her covers 

Had too much respect for her mother 

Ain't wanna lay hands on her brother 

Flexing she all on my huevos (ooh) 

I just be chasing these pesos 

Told her I ain't tryna fuck 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 

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[Chorus] 

Put TYB on my resume 

Keep it real, boy, don't interrogate 

I fucked your bitch, I ain't hesitate 

Put TYB on my resume 

She was a average bitch anyway 

I left her then moved on to better things 

She was an average bitch anyway 

I left her then moved on to better things 

[Verse 2] 

Wassup, is you tryna get high today? 

'Cause I'ma need wings when I fly away 

I gassed 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 pussy be wetter than 7 lakes 

I beat it, she love how I treat it (yeah) 

I know I'm the shit I'm conceited (yeah) 

I got her addicted she need it (now) 

If I was a book she would it read it 

Say 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 damn hoe 

I kill her then leave her like Rambo 

I play bitches like the piano 

This money keep comin', got handfuls 

And niggas be hatin' they fans though 

I bug out on all instrumentals 

It might be my time, but I can't go 

So plenty of bitches got ran through 

I'm just that nigga, 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 working on shit I ain't mentioned 

I'm working on shit I ain't mentioned 

We working on shit I ain't mentioned 

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[Chorus] 

Put TYB on my resume 

Keep it real, boy, don't interrogate 

I fucked your bitch, I ain't hesitate 

Put TYB on my resume 

She was a average bitch anyway 

I left her then moved on to better things 

She was an average bitch anyway 

I left her then moved on to better things 

[Verse 3] 

Down 

Up my niggas, don't come in between 

Yeah, that's your bitch, but she comin' with me 

She like my 'fro so she fuck 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 calling, I'm letting it ring 

All she gon' say is, "I'm doing my thing" 

Got us all some while I'm chasing 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 niggas that's worried 'bout me 

Yeah, I'm from Ryer and 183 

Used to be deep now nobody free 

Do it for Smelly, I do it for E 

Bitches on me and I don't give a fuck 

Sometimes I feel like it's all about us 

Free all my niggas, I'm turning shit up 

Codeine with the Sprite no ice in my cup 

Yo' bitch finessing my dick like a dutch 

TYB Season I'm home and it's here 

I take yo bitch anytime of the year 

Boutta take off and I'm switching my gear 

Only 16 and I'm on my way there 

Niggas be hating I really don't care 

Niggas be hating I really don't care 

I really don't care 

[Chorus] 

Put TYB on my resume 

Keep it real, boy, don't interrogate 

I fucked your bitch, I ain't hesitate 

Put TYB on my resume 

She was a average bitch anyway 

I left her then moved on to better things 

She was an average bitch anyway 

I left her then moved on to better things 

[Outro] 

Yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Got up out my burkin, It's workin 

She said she a virgin, it's hurtin' 

She my biggest fan, she always lurkin' 

And she know I'ma 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 sex, she can't find her panties 

I couldn't hold it in, now she need a Plan B 

His bitch need a Plan B 

Lil TJay fancy