Lyrical Breakdown of U Sellin Dope (with Future) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "U Sellin Dope (with Future)" 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 "U Sellin Dope (with Future)" 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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I got Wafi in this motherfucker, nigga
What you doing, nigga?
Got an unlimited amount of jewelry on us, nigga
You know what I'm saying?
Bust down Double 0, you know what I mean?
Double 0-7, all the emeralds, nigga, baguettes all around that bitch, nigga
We ain't playing, check the score
(Who that, Trell?)
You selling dope, make sure you run all the red lights
You kicking doors, make sure you run all the red lights
Pour a four, get to tripping, wipe a nose
Crooked cop, uh, they gon' shoot a nigga for sure
Get it poppin', they just left a nigga in the cold
Red bottom, I guess I'ma stick to the code
One call all it take to tag your toe
You're 21, I'm pushing 22 Lambos
How Double 0 19, but he act like he been here before?
Don't stop at no red lights if your head right, we gon' high speed and go
Screaming, "Fuck a security"
Got a chop with a drum and it's fully
Coming near me, I'll shoot every bullet
I've been fucking these groupies
My life is a movie, I jumped off the porch and I got straight to it
Mixing the Wock', I ain't drinking a smoothie
Ask Pluto, he'll tell you Lil Double 0 ruthless
If you stop at the red light, we hop out and shoot you
Mixing the Perc' with the weed, got my body delusional
Making plays in the trap while you watching a movie
All my bitches some slimes, you trust 'em, you lose it
I'ma wipe the boy nose if nobody else do it
If Pluto say fuck you, know what I'm doing
Selling dope, make sure you run all the red lights
You kicking doors, make sure you run all the red lights
Pour a four, get to tripping, wipe a nose
Crooked cop, uh, they gon' shoot a nigga for sure
Get it poppin', they just left a nigga in the cold
Red bottom, I guess I'ma stick to the code
One call all it take to tag your toe
You're 21, I'm pushing 22 Lambos
21, I'm pushing 22 Lambos
21, I'm pushing 22 Lambos
Make sure you run all the red lights
Pour a four, get to tripping, wipe a nose
Tax it, we get it there, you pay a different price
I'm trapping, made it out the bando serving pearly whites
Captain's seat, autobiography, let's take a drive
Rolling down, uh, 20 cars in count, fuck a cop
Smoke a pound and front a truckload to the block
Bust down, Flintstone ice, big rocks
Losing count, count the money up and never stop
Bricks stamped, everywhere I go, I got the mop
Selling dope, make sure you run all the red lights
You kicking doors, make sure you run all the red lights
Pour a four, get to tripping, wipe a nose
Crooked cop, uh, they gon' shoot a nigga for sure
Get it poppin', they just left a nigga in the cold
Red bottom, I guess I'ma stick to the code
One call all it take to tag your toe
You're 21, I'm pushing 22 Lambos
21, I'm pushing 22 Lambos
21, I'm pushing 22 Lambos
Make sure you run all the red lights
Pour a four, get to tripping, wipe a nose