Yeat & Don Toliver – 2TONE Lyrics

2TONE

Yeat & Don Toliver

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"2TONE." - Yeat & Don Toliver

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:53 am

Album: DANGEROUS SUMMER

Track No: 09

Nobody wants to be cool as her
Popped out with my jewelry, yeah
You're fuckin' him, who you foolin', huh?
We made love in my dually truck
You had me thinking it was all love
Grind it down like some saw dust
Grind me, yeah, turn me up
I'm hittin' lil' shawty, I did in the car, I fuck with her tummy up
She give me head on the top floor, I swear it was stories up
My Victoria
Just let this be a secret, yo' panties, girl, I'll keep it, huh
See it, I see it
Your bullshit, yeah, I see it
Your bullshit, yeah, I see it
See it, I see it
Your bullshit, yeah, I see it
Your bullshit, yeah, I see it
He don't got a two-tone blick
Put you on a tombstone, bitch
And I got a two-tone fit
Yeah, 'cause I went and flooded my wrist
Yeah, I got a two-tone bitch
Always fakin' what ya mood's on, bitch
But goddamn it, I love that bitch
In the backseat, shawty gon' drink my kids
Don't tell me it's over, girl
Know your heart'd be broken, it's over, girl
(Huh) It was you who I chosen, girl
Know you were the one that would rule the world, uh
Nobody wants to be cool as her
Popped out with my jewelry, yeah
You're fuckin' him, who you foolin', huh?
We made love in my dually truck
You had me thinking it was all love
Grind it down like some saw dust
Grind me, yeah, turn me up (Turn me up)
I'm hittin' lil' shawty, I did in the car, I fuck with her tummy up (With her tummy up)
She give me head on the top floor, I swear it was stories up (It was stories up)
My Victoria (My Victoria)
Just let this be a secret, yo' panties, girl, I'll keep it, huh
Don't tell me it's over, girl
Know your heart'd be broken, it's over, girl (Don't tell me it's over, girl)
See it, I see it
Your bullshit, yeah, I see it
Your bullshit, yeah, I see it
See it, I see it
Your bullshit, yeah, I see it
Your bullshit, yeah, I see it
He don't got a two-tone blick
Put you on a tombstone, bitch
And I got a two-tone fit
Yeah, 'cause I went and flooded my wrist
Yeah, I got a two-tone bitch
Always fakin' what ya mood's on, bitch
But goddamn it, I love that bitch
In the backseat, shawty gon' drink my kids
Yeah, goddamn it, King Tonka pulled up in the big body, outside birds
How 'bout you show what you're doing, what you living, bitch?
Yeah, or is it just words?
Would you put yourself before me? Would you put me first?
And I'm big body living, big body living
King Tonka pull up in the building, they're not shit, show 'em
What it takes to be alive
Big body living, big body living (I see it, bullshit, yeah, I see it)
(Your bullshit, yeah, I see it) Big body living, big body living
It takes a lot
Big body living, big body living (I see it, bullshit, yeah, I see it)
Big body living, big body feeling (Your bullshit, yeah, I see it)
Big money on me, bad bitches only
(Bad bitches only, bad bitches only, bad bitches only, bad bitches only, bad) Ooh, oh
(Bad bitches only, bad bitches only, bad bitches only) I prayed for times like this, ooh
(Bad bitches only, bad bitches only, bad bitches only) I gotta thank God for this

Writer(s): Noah Smith, Benjamin Saint Fort, Jahaan Sweet & Caleb Toliver.

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