Lyrical Breakdown of Big Shit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how A Boogie wit da Hoodie weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Big Shit" 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 A Boogie wit da Hoodie 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 A Boogie wit da Hoodie's narrative.

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Murda on the beat, so it's not nice Money out the ass, nigga, big shit, big rich Milli' on my wrist, he lookin' like a big lick, lick If I say it's lit, then it's lit, lit Try to line me, chick-chick, boom, nigga, get hit Told my nigga, you catch a body, just don't spit, mmh Don't you throw up on that crime scene, they might get you My nigga, I know you used to wildin', but one thing If they catch you, nigga, move in silence, don't say shit, mmh Shh, shh Nigga, silence, nigga, shh, shh Talkin' on the phone, that's a dub, they listening, mmh Fuck it, I get the bag, wear Hermes like it's cheap, mmh Big face Richie on my wrist, he shimmering, ooh Big face Richie on my wrist, he shimmering, ooh Big shit, talkin' out your ass like you the shit, ooh I make 'em mad 'cause my swag so official I get the bag, wear Hermes like it's cheap, ooh And yeah, I know many men Wish death upon me like I'm 50 Cent I am the boogie man Yeah, I pulled up in my hoodie, man And you know what's goodie, man Yeah, yeah, and she know what's goodie, yeah Pick out all of her purses, I make her feel as if she was a kid again And I don't deserve this, I am not a regular civilian A regular person, for a song with me, I need like a million And bitches be lurkin' In traffic, caught you whippin' on Your lil' Benz, I'm in the big body version My nina sing a tune like Usher on 'em, let it burn, let it burn, yeah And don't you give my pussy away, girl, 'cause I hit it first, yeah My baby told me that she was Insecure, I had to tell her, "You're perfect" Lamborghini mines, Aventador, then for hers, the Urus Money out the ass, nigga, big shit, big rich Milli' on my wrist, he lookin' like a big lick, lick If I say it's lit, then it's lit, lit Try to line me, chick-chick, boom, nigga, get hit Told my nigga, you catch a body, just don't spit, mmh Don't you throw up on that crime scene, they might get you My nigga, I know you used to wildin', but one thing If they catch you, nigga, move in silence, don't say shit, mmh Shh, shh Nigga, silence, nigga, shh, shh