Resume song by Lil Tjay from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is East Coast, New York, Trap music. The Record company is Sony Music Entertainment & Columbia Records. Released on January 26, 2018.
Resume Meaning
| [[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 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 , [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 (Skrrt) 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 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) , [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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) , [Chorus] 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 [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 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] |
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- Who produced the lyrics for Resume?
This lirics prodiucer by ShinoX-Mker.
- What is the name of the person who wrote this song? Resume
Resume song lyrics is written by Lil Tjay
