Lyrical Breakdown of Deal Wit It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Deal Wit It" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how DaBaby weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Deal Wit It" 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 DaBaby 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 DaBaby's narrative.
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At first I didn't like this beat
I just liked the build-up (Uh-huh)
She tryna fall in love with me,
I'm just tryna hit her (Yeah, yeah)
She stalkin' me on Instagram
'Cause I don't fuck with Twitter (Hmm)
Say she think her boyfriend scared of me
He say that I'm a killer
(Mari beats, turn me up)
Why he say that? (Huh)
He better deal wit' it (Huh)
Yeah, she gone now (She gone)
Got caught by a real nigga (Hmm)
Wanna be on her own now (Her own)
She wanna roam out (Roam)
Tired of you treatin' her like a lil' girl
She wanna be grown now (Grown)
She wanna get dressed
And go flex when they play her song now
You tryna take the bitch up the street,
she tryna get flown out
She tryna date, go out to eat, but bitch
We ain't goin' out (Oh, no)
I'm fuckin' her great, I got the keys
I can get in your home now (Ha)
I'm all in your shit, nigga (Yeah)
Thuggin' it out, feet on the couch
Like I pay the rent, nigga (Yeah)
She runnin' her mouth, I'm beatin' her down,
I'm talkin' my shit, nigga (Yeah)
You ever find out, come see what I'm 'bout
You know how I get, nigga (Ha)
You know how I'm built, nigga
At first I didn't like this beat
I just liked the build-up (Uh-huh)
She tryna fall in love with me,
I'm just tryna hit her (Yeah, yeah)
She stalkin' me on Instagram
'Cause I don't fuck with Twitter (Hmm)
Say she think her boyfriend scared of me
He say that I'm a killer (Ha)
Why he say that?