Token - 30 People lyrics

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Bad bitch, she going to Hell
I like to bring her to
My city to show 'em I'm well (yeah)
Congratulation messages always
Blowing my cell but I can name you thirty
People who hoping I fail
'Cause now I got a bad bitch
She going to Hell (yeah)
I like to bring her to my
City to show 'em I'm well
Congratulation messages always blowing
My cell (Uh, huh)
But I can name you thirty
People who hoping I fail
'Cause now I got a bad bitch

So bad I should go to confessions
I know a whole lot of men who
Think I should throw 'em some credit (yeah)
Just 'cause you gave me advice
It don't mean you're owed a percentage
And if you really had it you
Wouldn't be broke and dependent
I got a girl who so
Bad that I'm overprotective
So it ain't a mystery why
They been growing so jealous (yeah, yeah)
I gotta be extremely picky who
I'm showing my blessings
I gotta check up on the homies
Just to know they're invested (yeah)
And I just disconnect, I never hold a grudge
(yeah)
I don't like the negativity to follow us
Told my girl that I believe the
Hate more than the love
She don't take offense she said
"I know why they judge, 'cause you fuck a"

Bad bitch, she going to Hell
I like to bring her to my
City to show 'em I'm well (yeah)
Congratulation messages always blowing
My cell but I can name you thirty
People who hoping I fail
'Cause now I got a bad bitch
She going to Hell (yeah)
I like to bring her to my
City to show 'em I'm well
Congratulation messages always blowing
My cell (Uh, huh)
But I can name you thirty
People who hoping I fail
'Cause now I got a bad bitch

So bad I'm afraid of my karma
They said to keep your OG homies
If you playin' it smarter (yeah)
But I got someone switchin' on me
So it's makin' it harder
I got to Neiman’s and Riccardi
From the Macy's and Zara's
And they assume that they're
Entitled to it too (yeah)
I got me a Benz
They think they should get a coupe
Call me out on it, say I'm acting brand new
(yeah) assumin' all your wins that's the
Reason why you lose
Stupid bitch we could've done it all together
But you grew your own ego
And never justified it with the work
You do for your people
You saw me as a lil' homie
So assume that we're equal (yeah)
But I was down to eat shit
You want to feed off of me though
I park the whip up in the
City and I'm feeding the meter (yeah)
I don't ever trust a word
I gotta feel the demeanor
Say you happy for me but
I ain't believin' it neither
I bring my girl just to see if
You get eager to meet her

A bad bitch, she going to Hell
I like to bring her to my
City to show 'em I'm well (yeah)
Congratulation messages always blowing
My cell but I can name you thirty
People who hoping I fail
'Cause now I got a bad bitch
She going to Hell (yeah)
I like to bring her to my
City to show 'em I'm well
Congratulation messages always blowing
My cell (Uh, huh)
But I can name you thirty
People who hoping I fail
'Cause now I got a bad bitch (yeah)

Yeah!