Lyrical Breakdown of HOLLON (Chopped And Screwed) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "HOLLON (Chopped And Screwed)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how GloRilla weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "HOLLON (Chopped And Screwed)" 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 GloRilla 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 GloRilla's narrative.
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Ho, you must not know what you just started (fuck)
Me and my bitches go gnarly
Give a fuck about this party
We gon' step on shit regardless (stamp that)
Get my goonies, swipe that bitch, and then I dispute the charges (on gang)
Makin' music, beatin' on bitches, I be really marchin' (woo)
I got hands for a ho, I get bands for a show
He want chance after chance after chance, nigga, no (uh-uh)
I keep sayin', "Free Lil Four"
Do my dance on them folks
If it's up, it's goin' down soon as I land on them folks
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I-I-I-I do what I want, I'm pressure (pressure)
Don't follow the rules, I'm rebel (no)
I stand out, bitch, I'm special (ayy)
I'm a stand up bitch like Kevin (on God)
You a bum-ass bitch, you messy (messy)
Don't start with me, bitch, I'm petty (ho)
Line any bitch up, I'm ready
I don't pick and choose, it's up with whoever
All my, all my diamonds cert' (ice)
And all these members certi' too
Smilin' at my nigga? Ho
Knock out all your thirty-two (bum-ass)
C8 doors open up for me
Hear the engine vroom (vroom)
Switch to sport
I got somewhere to be, lil' baby, I'm important (on gang)
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Glock 19, it came with a drum, yeah, that's my favorite gun (baow)
Asked if he my only nigga, I said, "No, but you my favorite one" (nah, for real)
Yeah, rare-ass bitch, nigga, I'm one of one (fuck you, man)
Nah, I can't make you mines, but I can make you cum
Freak up in the sheets, in them streets, baby, I'm a thug
I just threw ten-thousand-something ones in this fuckin' club (huh, whoa)
I'm poppin' it so hard 'cause I ain't used to shit (I ain't used to shit)
These niggas ain't got no type, they want a stupid bitch (on gang)
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