Lyrical Breakdown of Shorty - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shorty" 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 "Shorty" 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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Call up Glo Gang and it's a party
Got Sosa Tadoe on the molly
I got your bitch, yeah, she my thottie
I'm blowing money on lil' shawty
Call up Glo Gang and it's a party
Got Sosa Tadoe on the molly
Got your bitch, yeah, she my thottie
Aye
I'm flexing on another shawty
Aye
Aye
Fuck your money, funny
Hey
Huh?
You ain't runnin' 'round here money hungry
Hey
Nah
Hey
Call me Long Money Shawty
Hey
Choppin' shit, Paul Bunyan, shawty
Hey
Hey
SR40, shawty
Doo-doo-doo
Hey
30 In it and I tote it, shawty
Doo-doo-doo
Bang
Don't try me- Bang
I don't wanna blow ya, shawty
Hey
Bang, bang
Hey
Money don't fold up, you old, shawty
Hey
Hey
Boy, you need to fuckin' know, shawty
Need to know
Steady flexin' that I don't know ya, shawty
Hey
I don't know ya
Got your hand out, I don't owe ya, shawty
Hey
I don't owe ya
And if I owe ya, then you won't be broke, lil' shawty
Hey
You won't be broke
Hey
Cop bands and leave that vert too, shawty
That vert is over
Hey
I glo you up, you know it's true, shawty
You know it's over
Hey
What I told you, shawty?
Hey
What the fuck I told ya?
Hey
Pistols clap, magnolia, shawty
Magnolia
Hey
Call up Glo Gang and it's a party
Got Sosa Tadoe on the molly
I got your bitch, yeah, she my thottie
I'm blowing money on lil' shawty
Call up Glo Gang and it's a party
Got Sosa Tadoe on the molly
Got your bitch, yeah, she my thottie
I'm flexing on another shawty
Flexing on another shawty
Got your bitch, yeah, she my thottie
I keep it on me, if your bitch, she want me
She could meet the shottie
Got a body
And these niggas talkin' crazy, they don't know me
And they ridin' on the sideline 'cause they can't be my homies
Ain't no phony when we kick it, niggas know it when I get it
So I put it in a pot, I watch it work, and then I split it
And my niggas get they money, your niggas lookin' funny
And I can't trust a soul, so they can't take nothin' from me
Put it on me, that's my daughter
I'm doin' it for my kids, I'm doin' it for the money
Fuck around on that frontline, they house become a fortune
Put your face up on that picture, make a portrait
I'm ridin' with it, I ain't lonely, so no torchin'
Your baby mama slidin' on the sideline
Tell her I'm up on my grind
Call up Glo Gang and it's a party
Got Sosa Tadoe on the molly
I got your bitch, yeah, she my thottie
I'm blowin' money on lil' shawty
Call up Glo Gang and it's a party
Got Sosa Tadoe on the molly
Got your bitch, yeah, she my thottie
I'm flexing on another shawty