Lyrical Breakdown of Too Fast (Pull Over) (feat. Latto) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Anderson .Paak weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Too Fast (Pull Over) (feat. Latto)" 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 Anderson .Paak employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Yeah
Mami, mami
Ay dios mío, mami
Yeah
Ay dios mío (Mustard on the beat, ho)
Move it, move, you're too slow, bruh (slow, bruh)
Update, time to V8 the motor (motor)
Everybody askin' where I get the dope from (dope)
Update, I ain't never told no one (hey)
No sweat when you're doin' what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do)
No stress when I'm checkin' up on every move (every move)
Jumpin' out the moon roof to the solar (solar)
I can see you niggas startin' over
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (yes, Lord)
I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the-
Six trey, rag top with the candy paint
In your bitch face, eat the cake, Anna Mae
Niggas actin' animated, I might have to draw the weapon (on the set)
Send a stepper up the stairway to heaven (I'm a vet)
Put a pole dancer in a Mercedes
She wanna watch P Valley and go half on a baby
I had to play her to the left flag in my right pocket
Space in my waist for the rocket, don't get out of pocket
Yep, yeah, you don't want that
It's givin' what it's givin', no kizzy
I ain't never seen an ass like that, stomach on snatch
Swinging 1942 with a baseball bat (rock)
I send 'em home runnin'
The brain ain't grade A, I don't know nothin' (I don't know none)
Niggas talkin' heavy, this a feather on my wing
VVS diamond, Eastside Johnny, I'm him (I mean)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)
I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the- (Latto)
Sittin' behind five percent tint (yeah)
Might pull up to the party, pay a bad bitch rent
We ain't blood, we ain't kin, don't be calling me, "Sis'" (what?)
First bitch sneak diss, first block get bent
Big Latto, not the little one (yeah)
Bitches want a come up, ain't gon' give 'em one (yeah)
Pull up in the, "Skrrt," then I pull off in a different one (uh-huh)
A bigger one, expensive one, the Lamby or somethin'
Put a switch on that ass like a granny or somethin'
Niggas gettin' knocked out, signed to RCA, but I be feelin' like a Top Dawg
Probably gettin' topped off somewhere with the top off
Never did the talkin', always been the one they talk 'bout (whoa)
Pull over, that ass too fat (too fat)
Fuck 'em good, pat myself on the back (uh-huh)
This a hell of a cat, no scat (skrrt)
I look like a Barbie, act just like a Brat
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)
I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the-
Pakaveli, Pakaveli, I done died and went to heaven
Came back in the 1963 Chevy with the gold Pirellis
I just wanted somethin' better, anything to feed my belly
Now I got the seat at the table, ain't shit you can tell me
Baby, I'm a whole problem
Put a lot of people on
Gotta keep a, keep a round
Don't panic when I hit the-hit the bomb up
I was up dumb late, waitin' for bag, chasin'
A birdie on my shoulder told me, "Slow up
It's about patience"
Fourth quarter, throwin' lobs out of desperation (I was lost, nigga)
That's why I love you, girl (I swear to God)
Pour the SelvaRay all on you, girl (let's go)
Move it, move, you're too slow, bruh (slow, bruh)
Update, time to V8 the motor (motor)
Everybody askin' where I get the dope from (dope)
Update, I ain't never told no one (hey)
No sweat when you're doin' what you're 'posed to do ('posed to do)
No stress when I'm checkin' up on every move (every move)
Jumpin' out the moon roof to the solar (solar)
I can see you niggas startin' over
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Pull over, that ass too fast (too fast)
Hit the ATM and grab mo' cash (mo' cash)
Yes, Lord, feelin' like a new man (too fast)
I was dreamin' in the life, then I woke up in the-