Lyrical Breakdown of WAITRESS - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "WAITRESS" 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 "WAITRESS" 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, uh
(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
I'ma let the beat build on this one
(Get that baby off the street)
Man, fuck all these niggas hatin' on me
Yesterday, I fucked a waitress, I came outside with my plate, she was waitin' on me
Bitch
Uh (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, man, fuck all these niggas hatin' on me (yeah)
Yesterday, I fucked a waitress, I came outside with my plate, she was waitin' on me
And y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit, she be tellin' me to smile when she ride my dick
Young niggas goin' wild, keep beggin' for a hit
He be sayin', "Don't argue, big bruh, put some paper on it" (go!)
Niggas worryin' 'bout who greater, these niggas barely be makin' a play-in
I'm in the playoffs, I brought ya bae in
Hoe-ass niggas goin' out like the Lakers, haters
Hatin' nigga, keep lookin', rookie
I'm pullin' up like Booker, pussy
Put that shit on my back like a throwback
Play with me 'cause I rap, get a toe tag
Yeah, nigga, I'm havin' more racks, this shit on the floor like a doormat
Yeah, we gon' fuck on the floor, she gon' throw back
Yeah, 'bout to pull out a wig, need some more tracks
What I payed for the crib? Nigga, don't ask
Just know that I own it, nigga
Glock with a switch, out with ya bitch
Fuck around me, be ready
I'm tellin' you, I'm on it, nigga
(It's Baby, they better be ready, I'm tellin' you)
Man, fuck all these niggas hatin' on me (yeah)
Yesterday, I fucked the waitress, I came outside with my plate, she was waitin' on me (Let's go)
And y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit, she be tellin' me to smile when she ride my dick
Young niggas goin' wild, keep beggin' for a hit
He be sayin', "Don't argue, big bro, put some paper on me"
Y'all niggas better be ready for me
You ain't gotta be scared, just be ready (bitch)
DMX done played in Belly
I got that heat out, I go Armageddon
I ain't too rich to eat leftovers
Just told my B'M' to heat up a plate of spaghetti
I tried to back up the Maybach
But it was too close to the Lambo', the shit didn't let me
I got that fire in my right pocket
I got that rod in my left pocket (I got it, hoo)
I'm not no boy, I'm gon' step harder (yeah)
Beat yo' lil' ass like yo' stepfather (go)
I'm on the road, bitch, I'm way better (way)
I fuck the same hoes as Floyd Mayweather (uh)
I hop on the road and go make cheddar
She ate on my pole 'cause I taste better
Like mmm, mmm, mmm, nigga
Man, fuck all these niggas hatin' on me (yeah)
Yesterday, I fucked a waitress, I came outside with my plate, she was waitin' on me (let's go)
And y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit, she be tellin' me to smile when she ride my dick (yeah)
Young nigga goin' wild, keep beggin' for a hit
He be sayin', "Don't argue, big bruh, put some paper on it"
Bitch, huh
Fuck all these niggas hatin' on me
Go