Lyrical Breakdown of Down Ft 21 Savage Tone Tone - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Down Ft 21 Savage Tone Tone" 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.
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It was the week before Christmas And all through the traps Real street niggas was tired Of hearing all them bullshit raps Every time I drop my top (21), bitches on my cock (Yeah) Yeah, I'm from the block (What?), bitch, I keep a Glock (Bow) Shoot at your top, free the Wop (21) Your bitch with the gang and I know that you Hate me (I know that you hate me, bow, bow) Rolex flooded, diamonds stained (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt) Red bottoms on my lady (21, 21, 21, 21) Now she wanna have my babies (Now she wanna have my babies) Slaughter king, I'm the slaughter king (Slaughter, you know) All I do is slaughter, all I do is slaughter things (21) Five karats in my pinky ring (21) Glock 40 in my Nudie jeans (21) Bitch, I bang for the red team (Bang) Her pussy bad, but the head mean (Bang) Drop my top at any time 'cause I can't let you down Drop my top at any time, this button let it down, bang Drop my top at any time 'cause I can't let you down Drop my top at any time, this button here let it down, bang Drop my top at any time, this button let it down Drop my top at any time, that boy gon' let you down, bang Drop my top at any time 'cause I can't let you down Drop my top at any time 'cause I can't let you down, bang Drop my top at any time, any time, any state Any place, any way, any kind of car you got, I got (Huh?) Any kind of bitch you pull, I pull Any kind of bitch you got, I pull Gucci Mane, I love to ball I got a hangar closet lookin' like a shoppin' mall Tell the truth, baby, I don't need no top at all I told the dealer, "Man, let's get that bitch and chop it off" Chop it off, huh? Drop my top at any time 'cause I can't let you down Drop my top at any time, this button let it down, bang Drop my top at any time 'cause I can't let you down Drop my top at any time, this button here let it down, bang Drop my top at any time, this button let it down (Free Guwop, bitch) Drop my top at any time, that boy gon' let you down, bang (Yeah) Drop my top at any time 'cause I can't let you Down (It's Lil Uzi Vert, Eastside, let's go) Drop my top at any time 'cause I can't let you down, bang Drop my top in the summertime Say you murk a nigga, but none of mines Heels goin' for the twenty-three Call it Jumpman, make him jump the line How you pussies runnin' 'round with straps and You lil' niggas ain't pop shit? (Ain't pop shit) Turn the roof to a vertibo', let the Roof off and I drop shit (Woo, woo, woo) Savage Life, lil' nigga, 21 Hood with a bullet, 21 Move fifty bands without the 21 Got a foreign bitch, she only twenty-one All black bitch, Bruce Wayne Street nigga like Gucci Mane With the work like Buddha's hand The game chose me, I ain't choose the game Fill my cup up with some yellow 'Tuss Diamonds same color yellow bus Talk money, I gots a lot She drop her panties when I drop the top Drop my top at any time 'cause I can't let you down Drop my top at any time, this button let it down, bang Drop my top at any time 'cause I can't let you down Drop my top at any time, this button here let it down, bang Drop my top at any time, this button let it down Drop my top at any time, that boy gon' let you down, bang Drop my top at any time 'cause I can't let you down Drop my top at any time 'cause I can't let you down, bang East Atlanta Santa, Vol. 2 The night Guwop stole Christmas It's the DJ Scream talkin' to you Merry Christmas, motherfuckers Free the Wop, he gon' be home real soon Until then, turn this up, ride to this East Atlanta Santa 2 A gift for the motherfuckin' streets