Lyrical Breakdown of Do What I Gotta Do - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Do What I Gotta Do" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Big Sean weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Do What I Gotta Do" 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 Big Sean 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 Big Sean's narrative.
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Lil Bitch, Money, Money.
I've been working too hard
Finally Famous in this
Baby do what you got to do, do what you got to do
Do what you got to do, Baby do what you got to do
For the shit that you gotta have, shit that you gotta have
Do what you gotta do, for the shit that you gotta have
We out here, grinding, shining
If I ain't getting paper bitch I'm dying
If I ain't getting paper bitch I'm dying
Do what you got to do, what you got to do
Do what you got to do, what you got to do
Do what you got to do, what you got to do
Do what you got to do, what you got to do
Pop, pop, pop, pop that, whoa
Do everything except stop that, Hold up
All of that ass I can't grab it
You might as well be a fat bitch
Boy I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, getting sloppy toppy
While I'm rolling kamikaze
Skeet, skeet, swear I made the pussy fire hydrant
She up and down the pole, like she, like she fire fighting
Bitch I'm finally famous, I do, I do what I want
The money, money, sex, money in the air, with an aroma
Swear I got her head banging, banging, might be in a coma
Walk up to the baddest bitch and tell her that I own her
Baby do what you got to do, do what you got to do
Do what you got to do, Baby do what you got to do
For the shit that you gotta have, shit that you gotta have
Do what you gotta do, for the shit that you gotta have
We out here, grinding, shining
If I ain't getting paper bitch I'm dying
If I ain't getting paper bitch I'm dying
Do what you got to do, what you got to do
Do what you got to do, what you got to do
Do what you got to do, what you got to do
Do what you got to do, what you got to do
T killer, big game, gorilla
I'm the one, pull up, like Billups
Two hoes, score them like a fucking fillup
Asian bitches, Wu Tang give them rhythm
Oh really, milli vanili, faking with me
Bet she lift that ass up high like she hit a wheelie
In the club, be in the back like
Niggas pretending to be me, and that shit don't offend me
I'm about my business and this bitch is temporary
I don't give them love, try February
Money committed, swear this shit be married
I get that cake, cake, cake, then I pop a cherry
Baby do what you got to do, do what you got to do
Do what you got to do, Baby do what you got to do
For the shit that you gotta have, shit that you gotta have
Do what you gotta do, for the shit that you gotta have
We out here, grinding, shining
If I ain't getting paper bitch I'm dying
If I ain't getting paper bitch I'm dying
Do what you got to do, what you got to do
Do what you got to do, what you got to do
Do what you got to do, what you got to do
Do what you got to do, what you got to do