Lyrical Breakdown of Webbie - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Webbie" 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 "Webbie" 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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That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby I was just twenty-two inside the condo Got way too hot, I put the beamer up (I'm hot) I had the yellow 745 with rims And my lil' bro had the Beamer truck My nieces get good grades I take 'em shopping for outfits and tell 'em to keep it up Then I hit the backstreet and picked your bitch up And bent her over and beat her up (uh, uh) Your bitch is a dog, need a leash or some' (rrrr) She suckin' on me like a leech or some' (uh) I just sent her home in a cab (get on) I told the Arab, "Keep the meter running" (yeah) I run through hoes and get rid of 'em (get rid of 'em) Fuck all my haters, I shit on 'em And he say that he want some pounds (oh yeah) I pulled up on him with like 10 of 'em (uh) My name hold weight with a lot of niggas (weight) I got so much weight, I could sit on it (uh) I turn good girls into freaks (freaks) When they give me head, make 'em spit on it Fuck all my haters, I shit on 'em (shit) I fuck the same hoes used to shit on me (uh) And I'll slap the shit out a lil' nigga (bitch) And I make him go get his big homie (uh) My nigga dangerous and he need to work on his anger, but that's still my nigga though (uh, uh, uh) My niggas so real that if I was a bitch then they would've robbed me couple years ago (uh-huh) I'm chillin' with my baby mama with a big .40, eating a big bowl of cereal (boom) Just got in a argument, she brought me Frosted Flakes, I thought I asked her for Cheerios I was just twenty-two inside the condo Got way too hot, I put the beamer up (I'm hot) I had the yellow 745 with rims And my lil' bro had the Beamer truck My nieces get good grades I take 'em shopping for outfits and tell 'em to keep it up Then I hit the backstreet and picked your bitch up And bent her over and beat her up (uh, uh) Mosley on the track