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Lyrics 30 People – Token

Bad b**ch, she going to Hell
I like to bring her to my city to show ’em I’m well
Congratulation messages always blowing my cell
But I can name you thirty people who hoping I fail

‘Cause now I got a bad b**ch, she going to Hell
I like to bring her to my city to show ’em I’m well
Congratulation messages always blowing my cell
But I can name you thirty people who hoping I fail
‘Cause now I got a bad b**ch

So bad I should go to confessions
I know a whole lot of men
Who think I should throw ’em some credit
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 so bad that I’m overprotective
So it ain’t a mystery why they been growing so jealous
I gotta be extremely picky who I’m showing my blessings
I gotta check up on the homies just to know they’re invested
And I just disconnect, I never hold a grudge
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 f**k a..

Bad b**ch, she going to Hell
I like to bring her to my city to show ’em I’m well
Congratulation messages always blowing my cell
But I can name you thirty people who hoping I fail

‘Cause now I got a bad b**ch, she going to Hell
I like to bring ‘her to my city to show ’em I’m well
Congratulation messages always blowing my cell
But I can name you thirty people who hoping I fail
‘Cause now I got a bad b**ch

So bad I’m afraid of my karma
They said to keep your OG homies if you playin’ it smarter
But I got someone switchin’ on me so it’s makin’ it harder
I got The Demon’s and Bacardi’s from the Macy’s and Zara’s
And they assume that they’re entitled to it too
I got me a Benz, they think they should get a coupe
Call me out on it, say I’m like the brand new
Assumin’ all your wins that’s the reason why you lose
Stupid b**ch we could’ve done it all together
But you grew your own ego
I never justified it with the work you do for your people
You saw me as a lil’ homie so assume that we’re equal
But I was down to eat s**t, you want to feed off of me though
I park the whip up in the city and I’m feeding the meter
I don’t eνer 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 b**ch, she going to Hell
I like to bring her to my city to show ’em I’m well
Congratulation messages always blowing my cell
But I can name you thirty people who hoping I fail

‘Cause now I got a bad b**ch, she going to Hell
I like to bring ‘her to my city to show ’em I’m well
Congratulation messages always blowing my cell
But I can name you thirty people who hoping I fail
‘Cause now I got a bad b**ch…

➤ Written by Token
Album: Can’t Only Be Me
Produced by Wxsterr
Token | 2020

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