Lyrical Breakdown of Tell Ya Friends - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tell Ya Friends" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Fabolous weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Tell Ya Friends" 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 Fabolous 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 Fabolous's narrative.

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You know them hoes don't want to see you happy baby, yeah Make sure you tell 'em every detail Make sure you Cc 'em on that email Talk how that Mercedes gettin' detailed Mention that new C.C. bag at retail Them hoes be jel, never wish me well Told my lady that I'm leggin' bitches like I'm Miguel Big mouth bitch, we just call her Gmail You know everybody had her Gmail My nigga Craig said, "Deebo, that's a female" I say she fuckin' like a nigga, that's a she-male Every crew got a shady one just like D12 All she ride is dick, you ridin' that V12 In that S6, talking on a 6S Not no gossip, just makin' moves and success These bitches flexin' on a baller alert Guess they don't know, that's a bitch who need baller allure (Oh, you ain't know) gossip just a broke people sport (Oh, you ain't know) deep pockets, even deeper thoughts (Oh, you ain't know) snakes in the grass, keep it short (Oh, you ain't know) free Wi-Fi and it's cheap to talk, so, go Go tell your friends about it (about it) Go tell your friends about it (about it) Go tell 'em what you know, what you seen How I roll, how I be on the low (whoa ohh-whoa) Go tell your friends about it (about it) Go tell your friends about it How many do we tell here Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches, livin' life so trill? She don't want the key to your heart She want the key to your whip If she had the key to your heart She'll probably key up your whip I'm tellin' her Egos trip but the humble doesn't stumble, baby You feelin' yo'self, I'm the one that numb you, baby I seen it come together and I seen it crumble, baby Let them keep score, we just do our numbers, baby Everybody talkin' I feel like a trendin' topic (trending topic) Hashtag, I bet your mouth bigger Than your pocket (than your pocket) I got you and your bag, new Céline Got you Young Fly, fuck you mean Let them groupies chat in the group chat Niggas tryna shoot they shot, but don't know where the hoops at Bitch you know I'm ballin' If you smart, you would recruit that Niggas catchin' plays, ask me where the alley-oop's at Man you know this game is vicious All they want is fame and riches Wifin' up the lamest bitches And they tellin' same as snitches So Go tell your friends about it (about it) Go tell your friends about it (about it) Go tell 'em what you know, what you seen How I roll, how I be on the low (whoa ohh-whoa-ohh) Go tell your friends about it (about it) Go tell your friends about it How many do we tell here Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches, livin' life so trill? Listen, me and my bitches are like sisters So, of course, we gonna give our opinion on everything Okay, cool, granted I'm never the type of female that call my bitches haters If they give their opinion on my relationship If my relationship is fucked up, but bitch If I tell you I'm happy in my relationship If I tell you I'm happy with my nigga Just be happy that I'm happy Bitch, I ain't gotta lie to you, I'm grown And they always wanna bring up what ya nigga did in the past Okay cool, he was a hoe in past, bitch, I stood by you My cousin said I made it big, and it's unusual She tried to take a selfie at my Grandma's funeral Used to roam on Queen, now I sing Queen street anthems Used to hate attention, now I pull up in that wagon And I was broken, I was broken, I was so broke (so broke) I used to roam around the town when I was homeless (no, no, no) Me and Lamar would rob a nigga for his Jordans And flip it just to get these hoes another nose fix Now we get faded when we want, girl, we got choices Lay them on the fuckin' table, we got choices And if they wanna fuck my niggas, they got choices They told me not to fall in love, the shit is pointless Yeah, that shit is pointless (pointless) They told me not to fall in love, the shit is pointless Yeah, that shit is pointless (pointless) They told me not to fall in love, the shit is pointless Go tell your friends about it (about it) Go tell your friends about it (about it) Go tell 'em what you know, what you seen (ooh-ooh) How I roll, how I be on the low (Woh, woh) Go tell your friends about it (about it) Go tell your friends about it How many do we tell here Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches, livin' life so trill? Life so trill, life so trill, life so trill, hm Life so trill, life so trill This nigga, get this nigga, let's go, okay, shit Huhh, you always playin' this damn video game Look man, this video game classic man, you ain't even know Ya phone is ringing, it's your ex, you gonna answer it? You answer it Aight, hello