Lyrical Breakdown of Foes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Foes" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Chief Keef weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Foes" 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 Chief Keef 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 Chief Keef's narrative.
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Dough, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I get to the dough even in the snow
She like So, what happened? Bitch, why you so nosy?
Drink: I'ma pour, money: I'ma blow
Bitches I'ma fuck, hop in my car and roll
I just poured an eight, you just poured a four
You sipping Karo, you think you want the dough
I walk up in the door lookin' like snow
Niggas, I can't trust 'cause friends turn to foes
I call my gun extinguisher
Nigga act dumb what you off angel dust?
Since I don't know my destination, she want me to meet with her
I told her 60 thousand just to 'gree with her
If she gon' top me then we leakin' her
'Cause some hoes be actin' slow like they won't give it up
If she don't drop it so fast, pick it up
Mama told me since you ballin', all these bitches gonna tryna be with ya
I get to the dough even in the snow
She like So, what happened? Bitch, why you so nosy?
Drink: I'ma pour, money: I'ma blow
Bitches I'ma fuck, hop in my car and roll
I just poured an eight, you just poured a four
You sippin' can't roll, you think you want the dough
I walk up in the door lookin' like snow
Niggas, I can't trust 'cause friends turn to foes
This bitch with me again, put her on the street
Like a bird I let her free, be whatcha can be
Like a dog, I want the sex, I don't wanna text
I'm a dog veterinarian, I'ma need a vet
Smokin' on this OG, smokin' on the ooh
I'm ballin' like I'm Dre, bitch I'ma need a shooter
I'ma need a Jimmy, I don't need a plug
Got you bitch cleanin' my house and it's all for the dub
Go get yourself some loves, do whatcha gon' do
You thinkin' that you fresh, bitch? Come throw shit on you
Ain't get nothin' for the low 20 grand or mo'
Since I spent all this money, might as well make my Glock gold
I get to the dough even in the snow
She like so, what happened? Bitch, why you so nosy?
Drink: I'ma pour, money: I'ma blow
Bitches I'ma fuck, hop in my car and roll
I just poured an eight, you just poured a four
You sipping Karo, you think you want the dough
I walk up in the door lookin' like snow
Niggas, I can't trust 'cause friends turn to foes