Lyrical Breakdown of Baby Girl - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Baby Girl" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how 21 Savage weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Baby Girl" 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 21 Savage employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to 21 Savage's narrative.

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Yeah, whole pointers 'round my muhfuckin' neck, nigga

Yeah, 6 karats in my ears, nigga

Yeah, I look like a blizzard, lil nigga

Yeah, too many chains, bitch, you can't change

Yeah, treat these hoes like I ain't got home training

Yeah, ten inch chains, too many karats

Yeah, VVS nigga, real clarity

Yeah, I'm a gangster, you a bitch, clearly

Yeah, can't let a broke bitch get near me

Yeah, and the bank cash my check barely

Yeah, Saint Laurent got your bitch staring

Goyard bag, I'm on some other shit, bitch boy

Fire at us and get your pussy ass hit, boy

You dropped outta school to jump out with that stick, boy

All you niggas get capped, I'm the real McCoy

Yeah, smoking cookie, nigga, Chips Ahoy

Yeah, had to block her number 'cause the bitch annoying

No more hot boxes, nigga, all my shit foreign

Red, red, pee in the bed, got a nigga snoring

Yeah, suck me like a lollipop, baby girl

Ride that dick and do the bunny hop, baby girl

Yee ain't talkin' 'bout money, I ain't stayin', baby girl

Yee ain't talkin' 'bout fuckin', I ain't stayin', baby girl

Did that Gucci shit, all that shit be tailored, girl

Yeah, you got some cake, a nigga tryna bake it, girl

Stab a nigga up, this that Shawshank Redemption

Bitch, I send hits, I don't walk 'round with tension

Gots a island girl and she come from St. Vincent

Pull up with a choppers, nigga started running, not flinching

Bitch, I'm John Gotti, I be running like henchmen

Bitch, you better be a pro

'Cause you ain't finna learn how to suck on this dick

Bitch, I'ma buy me a K, extended clip on the bottom of this shit

Bitch, A33's and 204, they makin' me biscuits

Hoe, I'm really rich, don't know what a bitch thought

VVS bitch, they doin' a crip walk

Niggas act like J, you might as well hit chalk

My GD partners throwin' up the pitchfork

Put it in a bowl and whip it 'til it get hard

I don't smoke weed 'cause it make me shh-noid

I pull up with the stick and let this bitch spark

Swear I would've shot that cracker if I was Rosa Parks