Lyrical Breakdown of Own Drugs (O.D.) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Own Drugs (O.D.)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 2 Chainz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Own Drugs (O.D.)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 2 Chainz employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I aint gotta fuck your bitch I got my own girl
I aint gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs
I aint gotta drink your drink, I got my own droughs
I aint gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs
I walk in the party with my own drugs
Got my girl on the molly with her home girl
I really aint stressing, I aint even stressin
I really aint stressing, I aint even stressin
I aint gotta fuck your bitch I got my own girl
I aint gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs
I really aint stressing, I aint even stressin
I really aint stressing, I aint even stressin
Why you stressin me, god keep on blessin me
I know how to make money, baby this the recipe
Your pussy get rest in peace, especially
Murder scene, hit her from the back, she like Hercules, Hercules
Started from a pot, then I took over the spot,
Then I took over the block, then I took over hip hop
Then I started deekin, then I started tweaking,
Then I started reaching, then I stopped speaking
Finish Monday, started on the weekend
Gas in my gar, I got gas in my car
You can smell it when Im passin your car
Its the last of the raw, all you need is a straw
And when I aint feelin good, all I need is a mall
Showing off, your pockets is on donuts
Got my popsy out in broad day
Been up all night, its been a long day
Im tryna get high, you fuckin up my feng shui
I aint gotta fuck your bitch I got my own girl
I aint gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs
I aint gotta drink your drink, I got my own droughs
I aint gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs
I walk in the party with my own drugs
Got my girl on the molly with her home girl
I really aint stressing, I aint even stressin
I really aint stressing, I aint even stressin
Scaff on cuffs, get my flying spur
Double cup full of miss buttersworth
Brown skin bitch in a titty skirt,
With some rollin papers, full of purps
Couple bad hoes and a penthouse suite
Yall broke niggas aint in my league
I swear this game been good to me
Im a vet in this game why would I leave?
Real niggas thats all I see, pimp c, rip
Im up all night like fuck some sleep
Push buts start up fuck the key
Your boys too broke cant fuck with me
My hoes too fine cant fuck for free
Yall niggas out here save the hoes
Ima start calling yall niggas justice league
Im on codeine, Im a dope fiend,
Get molly world for that party girl
Ecstasy she want the best of me
Turn her out, she a naughty girl
Your bitch choose my girl like I aint gotta speak
And my wife get her
Lickin on me like an optimoand I pull a picture
4.50 for a zip of strong, code name, gas money
Magic city, cutting off, bitch shaking they ass for me
Fuck the bitch in my back seat
If she hit the window, she a crash dummy
Im a dope boy to get fast money Im gone
I aint gotta fuck your bitch I got my own girl
I aint gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs
I aint gotta drink your drink, I got my own droughs
I aint gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs
I walk in the party with my own drugs
Got my girl on the molly with her home girl
I really aint stressing, I aint even stressin
I really aint stressing, I aint even stressin.