Lyrical Breakdown of Tuxedo (Feat. Tadoe) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tuxedo (Feat. Tadoe)" 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 "Tuxedo (Feat. Tadoe)" 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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Ayy Dududuh, dududuh Skuduskuh Sos', baby GBE, baby (ayy, Young Malcolm) What the fuck? What the fuck? (Ayy, ayy, huh? Ayy) What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? (Bang, bang, huh? Bang) What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? (Gang, gang, huh? Gang) Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (huh?) ZL1 black and white like a tuxedo (du-du) And you know I'm gettin' money like a casino Hit the dice game with a bunch of money on me Leave the dice game with a whole lot of fuckin' C notes Bitch, I ride with the gun in the front seat though (huh?) I don't give a fuck, my brother can get fuckin' Nino (ayy) And I spend a lot of money like a fuckin' gringo Bitch, this Louis Lou', but my life Gucci though (huh?) We'll put you in the air if you want promo Said he smokin' dicks, man, I think that nigga homo' With your bitch, Netflix and chill mean porno Said hе got smoke, man, I was on tour though Smokin' on gross, it do the most, finna pour me a nеw pop (huh? Pop) Weed so strong, cop a hundred 'bows and the price don't even drop (huh? Drop) My shorty killin', so much killin' the opps want us to stop (huh? Stop) My trap, it boom, it boom so hard the police say, "Knock, knock" (huh? They right there now) I left the spot and met the jeweler, finna cop me a new watch (huh? Bling) Extra grill or extra grams, let's get it for scrapin' the pot (huh? Skrrt) Trackhawk Jeep a hundred G's, should've seen when I left that lot (track') I grab the pint and drop the pint and put it all in one pop (huh? Dududuh) I grab the Glock and drop some shells and went and caught a new opp (bang, huh? Bang) That's what you get tryna do a hit, sneak dissin' on my block (bang, huh? Bang) I left his top topless like one of them blockhead thots (dududuh, huh? Ayy) I left it so big in his brain, could've seen what he thought (skrrt, huh? Bang) She seen my whip, wanna suck my dick, nigga, that ain't my fault (huh? Huh?) Wanna suck my dick 'cause she love my swag and she love the way I talk (huh?) All my cars ain't nothin' but the dumbest shit I bought (huh? Bitch) I spend that shit and get it back, so I buy what I want (huh?) ZL1s and Z06s, you know I go fast (huh?) Cut us off in traffic, you got foenem on your ass (huh?) I get bread, yeah, I get bread, this shit can not go bad (bitch) Pussy ran up playin' games, and got his ass toe tagged I was 16 pullin' past my school on them fours (huh? Huh?) I was trappin', pop out, tryna flex on them hoes (flexin, flexin, huh?) My new thot sayin' what my ex sayin' goes (huh? Bitch) Can you get a heater, miss? My neck really froze (huh? Burr) H-U-R-T, they hate you, I see (huh? Huh?) I got my fire on me, put it on repeat (bang, bang, bang, bang, huh?) 1-800-King-Keef if you want some beef (huh?) Gotta quit smokin' weed, I look Japanese (huh? I look Japanese) One painting 60 G's, call that masterpiece (huh? Woo) Spend money, get money, that's a casualty (huh? Huh?) Make my shorties hit blocks and that's casually (huh? Buh-buh-buh-buh) And they'll send you up a shot like an Applebee's (huh?) Bitch, my house had roaches and mouses (huh?) I was scrapin' up the pennies off the couches (huh?) I had five different hoes in one house (huh?) You talk too much, put five different holes in your mouth (huh?) Blow too much dope, I think it's holes in my lungs (huh?) You don't wanna be next to the hole in my gun (huh?) Boy pull a chopper, put a hole in your gun (huh?) Call me Sosa Wood, put a hole up in one Huh? Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (huh?) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (huh?) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (huh?) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (huh?)