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letra de resume (rmx) - lil tjay

[intro: lil tjay]
lil tjay
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[verse 1: lil tjay]
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 cеretto moscato
chillin’, i’m all at her mouth wit’ it
i bust a nut and she swallowеd
[chorus: lil tjay]
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: todd lee]
come get your b-tch, ain’t n0body safe
my fault, i be taught from a runaway
when i had the say i ain’t have to say
i got the pack off the move and move out of state
shawty you sleep in [?] rawdog
i can’t wife a b-tch i stole off
b-tches always takin’ photos
sending it to hoes they don’t know
but my heart is cold as december
’cause when i ask him he gon’ end him
so when i ride don’t take no pictures
and if you run up let ’em hit you
i tyb, who i tyb [?], tyb me, you that n-gga
i got tyb on my resume
that’s the only job i ever maintained
she can get reckless, i get to the testing
she like when i’m [?], yeah
she suffer depression, her n-gga trippin’ [?]
i ain’t stoppin’ ’til i’m at the pinnacle
doin’ what i intend to do
suck a n-ggas mind, we ain’t [?]
make my n-ggas take your blood like a [?], on god
know so many friends, so many tales
b-tches the last thing that be on my mind
me and my young n-gga be on the grind
pushin’ the place [?] outta line
rip smelly for you we gon’ shine
rip eazy for you we gon’ shine
this sh-t is almost [?] waste of time
when [?] they gon’ hit rewind
[chorus: lil tjay]
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-ggas, 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-ggas that’s worried ’bout me
yeah, i’m from ryer and 183
used to be deep now it’s n0body 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-ggas, 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-ggas be hatin’, i really don’t care
n-ggas 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 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

[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

- lil tjay

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