Lyrical Breakdown of Look Like Sumn - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Look Like Sumn" 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 "Look Like Sumn" 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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Yeah, nigga (he's heating up)
Let's go, bruh, I ain't worried 'bout none of that shit
(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby) go
Ain't goin' sad 'bout a bitch 'bout nothin' (go)
Couple baby mamas and they look like some'
Any type nigga wanna push my buttons
Big Louis suitcase, I don't push no luggage
Somebody call my assistant for me
You go to the store, I don't push no buggy
Get a industry freak while I hit my dougie
I ain't talkin' 'bout that hoe, I'm talkin' 'bout another one
Bitch I am not the three, no, I am not the two
It's only me and there won't be another one
Kickin' shit with my nephew, my brother's son
I just got him a necklace, a one of one
.44, nigga know that he ain't done enough
Older boys got your gun, get another gun
I drive that GLSB like a tucker truck (skrrt)
Pull it up on the curb and I fuck it up
Tip a few hundred to valet
I leave my shit in the front of this bitch like a driveway
They takin' pictures beside me
I crack my window and throw up my fours on the highway (go)
They tell me how I look excited
Havin' visions with me and some followers boppin' they head
On my lap while I'm drivin'
That's why I laugh if they ass when they try me (ha)
Ain't goin' sad 'bout a bitch 'bout nothin' (go)
Couple baby mamas and they look like some'
Any type nigga wanna push my buttons
Big Louis suitcase, I don't push no luggage
Somebody call my assistant for me
You go to the store, I don't push no buggy
Get a industry freak while I hit my dougie
I ain't talkin' 'bout that bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout her friend
I'm talkin' 'bout tequila, I stopped drinkin' Henn'
Been had the Bimmer, I'm talkin' 'bout the Benz
She wanna see how a rap nigga live
She used to see me but like she didn't
Damn, ain't it crazy how them tables turn?
So game every day, you can't be 'fraid to learn
I'll be damned niggas play, you gon' see niggas burn
And you know, if it's Baby, that shit get you turnt
They cap like they trap, but these niggas, they really be hurt
These niggas ain't even got no work (got no work)
Wanna be with the worms and the seeds in the dirt
Put the R.I.P thing on his shirt
She starin' me in my eyes, but it don't even work
Shit, all I can see is the thirst
Keep it cute, I ain't even tryna flirt
Long live G and big Kirk
Nigga, I-
Ain't goin' sad 'bout a bitch 'bout nothin' (go)
Couple baby mamas and they look like some'
Any type nigga wanna push my buttons
Big Louis suitcase, I don't push no luggage
Somebody call my assistant for me
You go to the store, I don't push no buggy
Get a industry freak while I hit my dougie
I ain't talkin' 'bout that hoe, I'm talkin' 'bout another one