Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Resume , by - Lil Tjay. Release date: 28.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Resume |
| 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 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 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 |
| 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 (Skrrt) |
| She was an average bitch anyway |
| I left her then moved on to better things |
| 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 seven 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 |
| 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 damn ho |
| I kill it and leave it 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 workin' on shit I ain’t mentioned |
| I’m workin' on shit I ain’t mentioned |
| We workin' on shit I ain’t mentioned |
| (Mention) |
| Put TYB on my resume (Yeah) |
| Keep it real, boy, don’t interrogate (Nah) |
| I fucked your bitch, I ain’t hesitate (Nah) |
| 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 |
| Down for 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 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 niggas that’s worried 'bout me |
| Yeah, I’m from Ryer and 183 |
| Used to be deep now it’s 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 turnin' shit up |
| Codeine with the Sprite, ain’t no ice in my cup |
| Yo' bitch finessin' my dick like a dutch |
| TYB Season, I’m home and it’s here |
| I take yo bitch anytime of the year |
| 'Bout to take off and I’m switchin' my gear |
| Only 16 and I’m on my way there |
| Niggas be hatin', I really don’t care |
| Niggas be hatin', I really don’t care |
| I really don’t care |
| (I really don’t care, I really don’t care) |
| Put TYB on my resume (Yeah) |
| Keep it real, boy, don’t interrogate (Nah) |
| I fucked your bitch, I ain’t hesitate (Nah) |
| 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 |
| 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 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 |