TOMATO/TOMÁTO (SAME DIFFERENCE) Lyrics – Swae Lee

Read the full TOMATO/TOMÁTO (SAME DIFFERENCE) lyrics by Swae Lee from the album SAME DIFFERENCE along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Swae Lee’s music, you can also explore NO CALL NO SHOW and EVERYONE WANTS, two other songs by Swae Lee.

[Intro]
Alright bet, let me get in
(Ear Drummers)
Alright bet, let me get it in
Yeah, same difference
(Got a thirty on my seat)
Aye
Same difference, okay
Hey, yep

[Chorus]
Twin turbos, same difference, my roof came down, no rain hitting

I’m ’bout to Bill Clinton, top of the charts, A-listing (Yea)
Broad paper got jane in it, one pull hit like I got tank in it (Davis)
Woke up, my thumbs itching, I’m going so dumb, Usain, n!gga (So dumb)
Even though it’s a language barrier, in foreign she told me she swallow
Counting all night, eyеs red, tomato-tomato
Girls going viral backstage, get hit with thе follow (Following)
They get down in them streets like a motherfu*king pothole

[Verse 1]
I’m done playing, I’m coming in guns blazing (Blazing)
Stepped in so many ones, the floor look like a fundraiser
Look out for the gun slangers, they caught me gambling, baby
A fan favorite, she throwing it, Tom Brady
Who the fu*k gon’ clean these racks up? Like a maid, gon’ clean this mess up (Clean up)
She want me to bless us, save her, like S on my chest
Caught Richard Mille in this b!tch, I’m Richard Billie
Two Cuban links, don’t think about it, don’t get silly (Silly)
Four-five business days, they shipped the coop, they gon’ mail it
Roll up armpit, twist it up, inhale it
That b!tch, she broke, she bugging me, I need repellent
I got this designer on my body, can’t even spell it
Bless your heart (Bless)
Bless your heart (Bless)
Bless they heart (Bless)
I just speed off, not a push start

Graduated college, where they get their street smarts? (Yea)
Ever since I was a minor, got a b!tch, sure
Dance like New Edition, ran it up like on your marks
Paint the perfect picture, this right here a work of art (Art)
I’m the definition, all y’all n!ggas working hard
Bring some extra tissue, I just s*itted with the Rari truck
Bawk-bawk, chicken-chicken, push up, get that party started
Bawk-bawk, bring that chicken, through the oop, you know brodie caught it
Bawk-bawk, plenty chicken, Rolls Royce get that party started
Bawk-bawk, bring that chicken, through the oop, you know brodie caught it (Yea)

[Chorus]
Twin turbos, same difference, my roof came down, no rain hitting
I’m ’bout to Bill Clinton, top of the charts, A-listing (Yea)
Broad paper got jane in it, one pull hit like I got tank in it (Davis)
Woke up, my thumbs itching, I’m going so dumb, Usain, n!gga (So dumb)
Even though it’s a language barrier, in foreign she told me she swallow
Counting all night, eyes red, tomato-tomato
Girls going viral backstage, get hit with the follow (Following)
They get down in them streets like a motherfu*king pothole

[Verse 2]
I’m not trolling, nah, look how she throw it on me (Throw it on me)
Gotta treat yourself I might blown it on me (Blow it on me)
Hit the mannequin challenge in the jewelry shop, couldn’t help but freeze (Freeze)
I’ma end up right back at the bank, tell me, what’s the point of leaving? (Leave)
Could it be ’cause the GI stones why their eye sight hurting?
Could it be ’cause the luxury why n!ggas upset with me?
Or the Ghost or the goals
Bill folds or the shows
Life of sin, will I get to repent? Lord knows
Switch gears like transmission, switch gears, switch girls, I’m lane switching
I should charge admission, they watching me, they paying attention
I’m sorry to break the news, but yeen make the cut
A n!gga never had a silver spoon, now everyone getting full
Hot like volcano, different color stones on my hand, Thanos
Bread like fresh bagel, flex, Kurt Angel
Some YN just watched Scarface, thinking about spinning like turn tables
Just left Mississippi, peeped that new spot in Coral Gables
Flew to Cabo to Cambodia, shoulda been rocking the camo (Camo)
Push up, outside off white, girls red, tomato-tomato
No face, no case, it’s that Jane doe, might be ya main ho
Brought down on that brrr, shh, brought down Johnny Bravo
Uh, wobble
I threw 500, she gon’ pop it like a snow nose potato
Aye, get these n!ggas off the stage, throw tomatoes, tomatoes (Yea)

[Chorus]
Twin turbos, same difference, my roof came down, no rain hitting
I’m ’bout to Bill Clinton, top of the charts, A-listing (Swae Lee)
Broad paper got jane in it, one pull hit like I got tank in it (Davis)
Woke up, my thumbs itching, I’m going so dumb, Usain, n!gga (So dumb)
Even though it’s a language barrier, in foreign she told me she swallow
Counting all night, eyes red, tomato-tomato
Girls going viral backstage, get hit with the follow (Following)
They get down in them streets like a motherfu*king pothole