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Lil TJay Uh I pop out in all-new designer (designer) Smellin' like Dolce Gabbana (Gabbana) Rollin' up marijuana ('juana) Ya bitch had me "Como te llamas?" (llamas) Ya bitch, she ain't really a fronter (ooh) Know I could fuck if I wanna (wanna) I might just tell her I love her (love her) I might just fuck her and dub her (dub her) Last bitch I hit with a rubber (ooh) I could've bust on her covers Had too much respect for her mother Ain't wanna lay hands on her brother Flexing she all on my huevos (ooh) I just be chasing these pesos Told her I ain't tryna fuck now (nah) She said, "I'll still give you head though" So we went to go get a bottle (ooh) She said Ceretto Moscato (Moscato) Chillin', I'm all at her mouth with it I bust a nut and she swallowed (aye) 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 What's up, is you tryna get high today? (Ah) 'Cause I'ma need wings when I fly away (ah) I gassed her she thought she could ride my face (ah) She asked me when, I said "Yo no se" (ah) 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 Say 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 hoe I kill her then leave her 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 (nah) So plenty of bitches got ran through (ran through) I'm just that nigga, it's simple I love all the clout and attention (attention) That's why I'ma cop me a mansion (mansion) This hustle don't come with a pension (pension) I'm working on shit I ain't mentioned (mentioned) I'm working on shit I ain't mentioned (ayy) We working on shit I ain't mentioned (ayy) Put TYB on my resume (ayy) Keep it real, boy, don't interrogate (yah) I fucked your bitch, I ain't hesitate (nah) Put TYB on my resume (ayy) 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, up 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 calling, I'm letting it ring All she gon' say is, "I'm doing my thing" Got us all some while I'm chasing my dream Started off hungry like Jack and the Bean Hurt me to say that I'm drug to the fiends (nah) 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 nobody free Do it for Smelly, I do it for E Bitches on me and I don't give a fuck (fuck) Sometimes I feel like it's all about us Free all my niggas, I'm turning shit up Codeine with the Sprite no ice in my cup Yo' bitch finessing my dick like a Dutch TYB Season I'm home and it's here I take yo' bitch any time of the year Boutta take off and I'm switching my gear Only 16 and I'm on my way there Niggas be hating, I really don't care Niggas be hating, I really don't care (I really don't care) I really don't care (I really don't care) (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 (ayy) She was a average bitch anyway I left her, then moved on to better things She was an average bitch anyway (ex-her) I left her, then moved on to better things (nigga, nigga) Yeah (nigga) Yeah, yeah, yeah (nigga) Got up out my Birkin, it's workin' She said she a virgin, it's hurtin' (huh) She my biggest fan, she always lurkin' And she know I'ma man, I'ma put that work in And I know she can't stand me (stand me), I'm fancy (fancy) So I'ma bring her out when I get my Grammy Late night sex, she can't find her panties (panties) I couldn't hold it in, now she need a Plan B His bitch need a Plan B (yeah, yeah) Lil TJay fancy, uh