Two Tone Stain by TSUKIYOMI Lyrics
I was born from the heat
15 slanging pills in the street, wasn’t keen to what it meant to be discreet
Took L’s on my feet
Took care of my business, kept my bitches out my business, ensured that my money stack neat
Okay
I put pride over dead homies
Keep hoes that I know homemade
G-Code tatted on my whole soul mane
Script all white sheets that’s pure cocaine
Flipped a brick with this pen that’s pure coke mane
Can’t tell if I’m in the rap or dope game
Can’t sell if yo trap don’t bump this flame
Can’t mail get ya pack snatched out this way
Can’t fail won’t cease till I’m in my grave
You bitch niggas talk I get migraines
Fuck class, hit the hall, still get high grades
You bitch niggas low, I smoke high grade
Yves Saint Laurent on my hoe braids
I don’t answer calls I’m peaceful piecing up the pieces Jesus
I don’t want no hoe to please me, I just need this piece completed
Money & Fame complete me, women & drugs is easy features
Psycho as hell I’m repeating, cycles I been in since I was a fetus
Might go drop racks at the Neimans, boy I don’t even like walking in Neimans
On days when I’m feeling defeated, I might go pipe me an easy Latina
My girl a Cambodian diva, she told me I should go hoe shop at leisure
I’m shopping for hoes at my leisure
Don’t window shop if I touch her I need her
I might get me an Anita, Elita, Serita, or Nina, or Lizabeth Ena
Might go hoe shop me the whole Costa Rica
Cartier Casanova new boriqua
Dior Harajuku Hucci Diva
Mi amor I’m more into sativa
Foreign she phoning me & I don’t need her
Okay
I put pride over dead homies
Keep hoes that I know homemade
G-Code tatted on my whole soul mane
Script all white sheets that’s pure cocaine
Need his T-Shirt bleached he a two tone stain
New whip hit the streets that’s 2 tone paint
15 slanging pills in the street, wasn’t keen to what it meant to be discreet
Took L’s on my feet
Took care of my business, kept my bitches out my business, ensured that my money stack neat
Okay
I put pride over dead homies
Keep hoes that I know homemade
G-Code tatted on my whole soul mane
Script all white sheets that’s pure cocaine
Flipped a brick with this pen that’s pure coke mane
Can’t tell if I’m in the rap or dope game
Can’t sell if yo trap don’t bump this flame
Can’t mail get ya pack snatched out this way
Can’t fail won’t cease till I’m in my grave
You bitch niggas talk I get migraines
Fuck class, hit the hall, still get high grades
You bitch niggas low, I smoke high grade
Yves Saint Laurent on my hoe braids
I don’t answer calls I’m peaceful piecing up the pieces Jesus
I don’t want no hoe to please me, I just need this piece completed
Money & Fame complete me, women & drugs is easy features
Psycho as hell I’m repeating, cycles I been in since I was a fetus
Might go drop racks at the Neimans, boy I don’t even like walking in Neimans
On days when I’m feeling defeated, I might go pipe me an easy Latina
My girl a Cambodian diva, she told me I should go hoe shop at leisure
I’m shopping for hoes at my leisure
Don’t window shop if I touch her I need her
I might get me an Anita, Elita, Serita, or Nina, or Lizabeth Ena
Might go hoe shop me the whole Costa Rica
Cartier Casanova new boriqua
Dior Harajuku Hucci Diva
Mi amor I’m more into sativa
Foreign she phoning me & I don’t need her
Okay
I put pride over dead homies
Keep hoes that I know homemade
G-Code tatted on my whole soul mane
Script all white sheets that’s pure cocaine
Need his T-Shirt bleached he a two tone stain
New whip hit the streets that’s 2 tone paint