King Roscoe – Resume
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Resume

Feat. Lil Tjay

IntroLil Tjay

Lil TJay
Uh

ChorusLil Tjay

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 1Lil Tjay

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

ChorusLil Tjay

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 2King Roscoe

Yeah, I left and moved on to better thing
All of these niggas they on to me
Sorry that I couldn't find you bitch
But steal I, got ya' bitch
Fuck 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 niggas they hate, but fans
She gon' blow me like a fan
Fly like Peter Pan
And I saw you fuck your mans
All of these niggas, they can't
Wait
You better

ChorusLil Tjay

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]

ChorusLil Tjay

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

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