Lyrical Breakdown of Startender - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Startender" 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 "Startender" 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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Yeah, shawty got ass She just got a tummy tuck, yeah Startenders, run it up Ah Let's get into it Watch your bitch Yeah Ah Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah, ooh yeah Ooh, I see it in you You just left your man, that's too bad, ooh Pull up in a foreign like skrt skrt All up in your feelings, yeah you seem so hurt L.A. off the chains, now it's time to run it up In the game, got a two, so you know they wanna pop, yeah Yeah, shawty got ass, she just got a tummy tuck, yeah Startenders, run it up Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Offset! Hunnid in my fanny, yeah (hunnid) Runnin' up the engine for my family, huh (fam) Wanna hop on jet, take off your panties, huh (woo) Baguettes in my wrist and they can't stand me, huh (Baguettes) Coco on my Maybach like it's "Free Meech" (smash, smash) Shoot the hundred round and get your street sweeped (brrt, brrt) Patek on my wrist, this shit ain't cheap, cheap (woo) Perky or the Addy, which one you gon' eat? If we got static, send the baddie, meet the Grim Reaper (statis, static) Green lime Lambo' with your bitch creepin' (skrrt) He got to poppin' 'bout it, so I let the TEC eat him (brrt, huh) I put the Nawf up on my back, I get the M's and feed 'em (hey!) Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah, oh yeah Bitch, I'm number one like I'm Nelly (Nelly) And my crib all white like Belly (Belly) And my bitch ride for me like Remy (Remy) Poppin' shots, thug life, Makaveli Send the cash to my celly, have my nigga go get it Then we split it like a splinter, if I'm in it, it ain't rented Got the rims so biggie and my cars look skinny Good pussy and you pretty but you better off the Henny (yeah) I ain't Ray J, told a bitch, "Wait a minute" (yeah) Diamonds on my dick, told the bitch, "Come and get it" (hol' up) Shawty, you a star, got all these niggas wishin' She gotta make it count, hit me up, when you finished Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah, ooh yeah Head, shoulders, knees, focus Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah Head, yeah, shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, focus, yeah Head, shoulders, knees, focus Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch (bang)