Lyrical Breakdown of Doh Doh - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Count it up, count it up, count it up I get more, more, more Super They jacking, they got me bad Count up Money bring power, ask your hoe, hoe, hoe Yeah (Zaytoven) Skrt, skrt Take no days off, I get dough, dough, dough Lift the AK up, swinging dough, dough dough 36 ounces raw, I smell blow, blow, blow (remix) Count it up, count it up, count it up I get more, more, more (count up) Space couped up, can't go slow, slow, slow (skurt, skurt) Hundred shooters, they all go, go, go I need a M n' M for a show, show, show Summer lit now, damn We want dough, dough, dough (Freebandz) I got chu, I got blue, fifty racks, we used to swing the dough (yeah) Six trap houses in a row, I'm shooting dice, bank ten or four (trap) Future get a mil' a show, that's why my fucking prices low (yeah) 220 on the dash, nigga, you know how fast the Aston go (skurt) Road running, twenty years, you know I got the package though (Finesse) 1, 2 or 3, I got that dope boy magic bowl Most you niggas gon' fall, all my niggas on go Super good in the streets, name a place I can't go (street) Real talk nigga, I've been street before Bankroll (yeah) I can still touch a mill' cash when the bank close Quarter mill' every month, that's just for my payroll Lost a hundred racks a day ago, got it back today though No days off, we be chasing them M's (work) Young Scooter got them trees, I ain't talking 'bout timbs (For sure) I got bullshit work but still I jump out the gym (remix) Treat the trap like Nipsey Hussle, you know our money in (Count up) Take no days off, I get dough, dough, dough Lift the AK up, swinging dough, dough dough 36 ounces raw, I smell blow, blow, blow (remix) Count it up, count it up, count it up I get more, more, more (count up) Space couped up, can't go slow, slow, slow (skurt, skurt) Hundred shooters, they all go, go, go I need a M n' M for a show, show, show Summer lit now, yeah We want dough, dough, dough (Freebandz) Pot, blow Trap, pour Cuban link, cash scroll Count it fast Tur-bo (brr) Big bags, coco One thousand grams in a kilo They jacking, they got me back in beast mode (2) I'm taxing, I hit the back and reload (reload) The coupe, it went to space, ten fold (chuu) Treat me like Bin Laden Pulled up and I'm going to Saturn (gone) I made her fuck my Patek (Patek) I turned her into a baddy (baddy) Put eight new whips in traffic (woo) My watch come out the casket Our love is everlasting (yeah) Money wrapped up in plastic 365 ducking po-po-pos Truck loads coming to your door, door, door 24 hours like a store, store, store (Freebandz) Money bring power, ask your hoe, hoe, hoe Take no days off, I get dough, dough, dough Lift the AK up, swinging dough, dough dough 36 ounces raw, I smell blow, blow, blow (remix) Count it up, count it up, count it up I get more, more, more (count up) Space couped up, can't go slow, slow, slow (skurt, skurt) Hundred shooters, they all go, go, go I need a M n' M for a show, show, show Summer lit now, yeah We want dough, dough, dough (Freebandz)