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resume - king roscoe lyrics

[intro: lil tjay]
lil tjay
uh

[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 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 ceretto moscato
chillin’, i’m all at her mouth wit’ it
i bust a nut and she swallowed
[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: king roscoe]
yeah, i left and moved on to better thing
all of these n*ggas they on to me
sorry that i couldn’t find you b*tch
but steal i, got ya’ b*tch
f*ck around leave you in stitches
stop tryna move fast, and you know i love that ass
i nutetd on our white sheets, baby you the one i need
all of these n*ggas they hate, but fans
she gon’ blow me like a fan
fly like peter pan
and i saw you f*ck your mans
all of these n*ggas, they can’t
wait
you better
[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]
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 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*ggas 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*gga, 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: 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

- king roscoe lyrics

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