Paper Route Empire - 333 lyrics

[Intro: Joddy Badass] Joddy, I love you, Joddy I love you You full of lyrics (Uh) You full of style You full of patan (Uh) Me nah tell nuh lie (Let the BandPlay) [Verse 1: Joddy Badass] Premature prima donnas Always get into drama Never needed a ni**a, eat solo at Benihana's This pussy is a Lambo, your baby mama a Honda Sorry, your Honor, killing these b*tches, ain't catching karma Said I got rhymes like Shonda So they get psyched like Wanda Smoking on opp pack so you b*tches is marijuana All you b*tches is ganja All you b*tches is goners Word to JJ and mama I stunt whenever I wanna Now, all these bird b*tches getting pissed off Steady writing diss bars Worried 'bout me, sis, worry 'bout that discharge (Discharge) Whеn the last time you seen a baddie going this hard? I ain't havе to fu*k a ni**a just to get my sh*t off I ain't have to catch corona, ni**as know I'm ill (Ill) I ain't have to date a ni**a just to get my deal (Deal) Who the fu*k is Joddy? Just know that I'm real (Real) Who the fu*k is Joddy? Just know that I'm real [Chorus: Joddy Badass] 333 in Atlanta I've been running bands up Riding with my brodie, mixing codeine in that Fanta Who the fu*k is Joddy? They about to get the answer 333 in Atlanta I've been running bands up b*tches on my page, watching fakes throwing tantrums Who the fu*k is Joddy? They about to get the answer [Verse 2: Joddy Badass] Pop it for a profit (Pop it) Young pretty and chocolate (Mmm) He said that he love it here (Love it) even though I'm toxic (Toxic) Got him breaking bread just to fly me out to tropics (Uh) That other b*tch could never (Never), so I always be a topic (Could never) Pussy just like water, I mean Fiji and Essentia (Mmm) I put it on that ni**a, now he suffer from dementia (Gone) He said that I'm so tempting, now his ex them got a temper Neck colder than December (Brr), he'll be gone until November (Uh) Head made him crazy in the head, he unstable (Loco) Joddy got her own bag, got no need to date you (Facts, nah) Never been fiend for a title or a label (Never) It's Paper Route business, you should mind the business that pays you (Yeah, mind it) High heels on and my foot is on they neck (Uh-huh, neck) And I put that on foot, I'ma always pay respect Little baby out of Haiti, all we know is how to flex And I'm bossy from the flossy and they saying that I'm next [Chorus: Joddy Badass] 333 in Atlanta I've been running bands up Riding with my brodie, mixing codeine in that Fanta Who the fu*k is Joddy? They about to get the answer 333 in Atlanta I've been running bands up b*tches on my page, watching fakes throwing tantrums Who the fu*k is Joddy? They about to get the answer [Outro] (BandPlay)