Lyrical Breakdown of Lay Down (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lay Down (Remix)" 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 "Lay Down (Remix)" 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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(Drum Dummie) Look All of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit (stop that shit) Bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down (bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down) Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, goin' through a nigga mind When I'm loadin' up them K rounds (when I'm loadin' up them K rounds) And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block One of these nights and let 'em have it (it's Peezy) Fuck, boy, we ain't gon' play 'round (fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round, doo-doo-doo-doo) And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block One of these nights and let 'em have it (uh, GloRilla) Fuck, boy (ugh, on the gang, gang), we ain't gon' play 'round (shut up) All of that cheatin', lyin', connivin' shit, had to drop that bitch (fuck) He must've thought I was gon' stay 'round (got outta there, outta there) I wish a nigga would try me like I ain't that bitch 'Cause I got niggas that don't play about me (on the gang, gang) Uh, I can say proudly with my chest, a bitch ain't never booked me for nothin' So try me if you want to (ho), that's the first time I won't be the one Money, money, money, shit on hos goin' through a bitch mind (whoa, ugh), on gang, gang All of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit (stop that shit) Bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down (bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down) Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, goin' through a nigga mind When I'm loadin' up them K rounds (when I'm loadin' up them K rounds) And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block One of these nights and let 'em have it Fuck, boy, we ain't gon' play 'round (fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round) And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block One of these nights and let 'em have it Fuck, boy, we ain't gon' play 'round (fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round) Ay, ridin' 'round with fed cases (uh), murk a nigga for a couple dead faces (ay) Fuck your baby mama, ain't no sympathy, I hope she have a dead baby (fuck that) Niggas wanna tell the police everything (uh), well, tell 'em how that lead tastin' (talkin') I've been in the streets, no sleep, told 'em that he ain't seen the dead lately (yeah) I've been trippin', poppin' 50s, I remember I ain't have a pot to piss in (uh, uh) Partners kick it in the trenches (uh), nigga trippin'? Grab the Glock and pop the stick in (uh, uh) Murder mission, pop a jigga, smoke a black, wait for my high to kick in (uh) Rob a nigga flat broke, he shake back? (Skrrt) then I'm gon' rob him again (yeah) All of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit (nigga), I'll pop that bitch Slide through your block, murk a nigga, then I'm out that bitch (doo-doo-doo) Look, all of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit, I'll pop that bitch Slide through your block, murk a nigga, then I'm out, that bitch (look) All of that woofin' like you 'bout that shit, better stop that shit (stop that shit) Bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down (bitch, I got somethin' to make you lay down) Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, goin' through a nigga mind When I'm loadin' up them K rounds (when I'm loadin' up them K rounds) And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block One of these nights and let 'em have it Fuck, boy, we ain't gon' play 'round (fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round) And we gon' ride through that pussy nigga block One of these nights and let 'em have it Fuck, boy, we ain't gon' play 'round (fuck boy, we ain't gon' play 'round) Fuck, boy, we ain't gon' play 'round (fuck, boy, we ain't gon' play 'round) Fuck, boy, we ain't gon' play 'round (fuck, boy, we ain't gon' play 'round)