Welcome to the detailed analysis of "THERE HE GO" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
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Huh? (We got London on da Track), okay
Look (I'm in London got my beat from London)
You know I ain't never had shit (okay)
Now I'm somewhere in a meeting getting my ass kissed (no Homo)
By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh)
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My bad, sis" (my bad)
That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch (uh-huh)
I'm a buy a Lambo 'fore this album hit the fans, bitch
Tell the valet park my shit at the
Front, I'ma hit the gas bitch (let's go)
I just did five shows, three days, came out with the bag, bitch (bag)
Pockets swole, 45K and a four-five, so I sag, bitch
If a fat bitch know how to get some
Money, I'll fuck a fat bitch (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Gotta show coming up in London and got London on da Track, bitch (yuh)
I give a fan a high five in the
Airport, she did a backflip (oh my God, ahh)
I just went Platinum and I'm coming back like
Huh? Okay
Looking for me?
Huh? Okay
Looking for me?
Here I go
Man, fuck Baby
That little nigga in the (salt)
She really selling pussy, she act like she selling swimwear (okay)
A couple thousand to your name, act like a millionaire
But I don't knock your hustle
Get it out the mud, I been there (uh-huh)
Man, I'm so tired of a nigga talking 'bout who
Broke like we ain't all came up from the bottom
We came up, I give 'em hope
And way before a nigga signed
I made a rhyme, I was providing for my side
No, I had them low, and they had them high
You shop with me, you ain't gotta lie
Now a nigga legit, huh
Fifty thousand just to walk through and do my one-two on yo bitch, huh
And bougie hoes
They wanna fuck with me, now I got 'em all on my dick now
Like Lil Baby, four pockets all full of money, can't fit now
Man, I pull up, niggas howlin'
Huh? Okay
Looking for me?
Huh? Okay
Looking for me?
Here I go
You know I ain't never had shit, okay
Now I'm somewhere in a meeting getting my ass kissed (no Homo)
By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh)
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My bad, sis" (my bad)
That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch