Lyrical Breakdown of Mr. Clean - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mr. Clean" 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 "Mr. Clean" 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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(Uh-huh)
Man fuck it nigga
I really ain't- you know
I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit, man
You know it is what it is
Fuck everything, me against the world
What the fuck a nigga mean?
Bitches treat me like a king
You can call me Mr. Clean (Huh)
I just lied to your hoe (Oh)
Put on auto tune and told her I can really sing (Yeah, yeah)
Run up on me I'ma squeeze
Packin', count the back end, then we leave (Yuh)
Fuck the show money, that ain't no money (Yuh)
I make mo' money sellin' P's (Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh)
Thank The Lord, he blessed me with another plug
So you know I ran off with my other plug (Gone)
I miss the lowball with OG and drop the ticket
They come get it, I run it up (Up)
My niggas be hatin', I smell it on 'em (Smell it)
I'm duckin' and dodgin' felonies (Oh yuh)
I would just pull up broad day and start blowin' at you
But I know they gonna tell on me (Bitch)
I left in a rental car, had about twenty on me (Uh)
But came back with just money on me (Uh)
I'm fucking these bitches, she just won't stop squirtin' on me
She be suckin' and slurpin' on me (Uhh)
Call up Dababy and tell 'em, stop shittin' on me
All this sauce, it be drippin' on me (Drip)
See me in person and said "he look different, don't he"
Saw my pictures, put kisses on 'em (Mwah)
Can't fuck with niggas 'cause niggas be switchin' on me
I always saw the bitch in homie (Bitch)
I'm in the mall with my daughter in flip flops
But I still got a pistol on me (Boom)
I bow my head everyday, I know God with me
But I still keep the rod with me (Yeah)
Two forties feel like the mob with me (Uh)
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout - I be like
What the fuck a nigga mean?
Bitches treat me like a king
You can call me Mr. Clean (Huh)
I just lied to your hoe (Oh)
Put on auto tune and told her I can really sing (Yeah, yeah)
Run up on me I'ma squeeze
Packin', count the back end, then we leave (Yuh)
Fuck the show money, that ain't no money (Yuh)
I make mo' money sellin' P's (Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh)
(What the fuck a nigga mean?)
(What the fuck a nigga mean?)
(What the fuck a nigga mean?)