Lyrical Breakdown of Blama On Ya (feat. Young Dolph & Yfn Lucci) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Blama On Ya (feat. Young Dolph & Yfn Lucci)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Blama On Ya (feat. Young Dolph & Yfn Lucci)" 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 Gucci Mane 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 Gucci Mane's narrative.

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I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me Damn near got a thousand grams on me If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me Damn near got a thousand grams on me If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie Running from the bounty homie Your honor I think ya outta order I know what you did last summer fuck your baby mother Gucci Mane's 80s baby and he took 180 from you Mixed Haitian at the station smoking Like some damn Jamaican Only thang that I regret is ion got my pistol license Swisher slice without a license ion give a fuck about it You a snitch to tell me now I'm gone get the fuck around [?] system now you probably hit me another counter Why they call mountain park I don't see no fucking mountain Truck dusted and disgusted walk around aggressive mouth I met the plug and ran it up don't know if I have the hundred thousand I may ain't sold a million records but I got a million dollars I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me Damn near got a thousand grams on me If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me Damn near got a thousand grams on me If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie I got a thousand grams on my motherfuckin arm Made a half ticket of off twenty dollar fund Sitting in the middle of my neighborhood chilling With two white bitches blowing weed out the ceiling Made a fifty thousand profits bought half on guns Turn my neighborhood to Cali can't stay where I'm from My niggas gang banging robbing all that Even my nephew got his teacher calling Say he don't wear shit to school but all black I dare a pussy nigga to speak my motherfucking name then Send my boys through there with them choppas it make it rain All these diamonds on me I'm just coolin' All these sick haters gone make me call your bitch up and Go make a movie I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me Damn near got a thousand grams on me If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me Damn near got a thousand grams on me If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie You know me I got that strap and I'll blama some You know me I get it gone I get my hands on No hands on all these suckers they won't live long Ain't nowhere to moan everythang I own I up a couple hundreds strong plus I just got on I just fucked a nigga bitch I fucked it up and turn her on I just hopped out of new whip when I talk to her it turn on I couldn't wait for no nigga I had get it on my own damn yeah I just bought a new house and put them bricks in I walked in smelling like who fucking rich mane In the kitchen whipping fucking on my wrist again And I'm motherfucking blam put your hands on it I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me Damn near got a thousand grams on me If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie I dare a pussy nigga put his hands on me Damn near got a thousand grams on me If you run up on me I'mma put that blama on ya Gucci got that strap on ya and yea blama ya homie