Lyrical Breakdown of Hol Up (feat. Peewee Longway) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hol Up (feat. Peewee Longway)" 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 "Hol Up (feat. Peewee Longway)" 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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Drop Ferrari 458 made the crowd roar
Since I made 20 million who would I change my style for?
I'm slicker than that nigga that spit Oliver I pour
My pockets on Popeye they make Oliver my whore
A hundred bricks I'm flippin' make me feel like I'm on tour
The more chickens they give me man the more make me want more
I'm cookin' up glam dope on my glam stove
Whippin' up a glam pack, workin' a glam flow
I've been geeked up the last 20 years so how could I crash ho?
Media take out just made me fire my last ho
I bought that bitch some MAC lipstick and told that ho kiss my asshole
I'm in the Bentley sittin' on 24s so why drivin' fast for?
Me and Quan geeked up, Quan drive I'ma crash it
Me and PeeWee poppin' molly man don't tell him I'm spazzin'
I'm in a 2013 car but every verse a classic
Got on baby Jesus pieces shout out Ol' Dirty Bastard
We gon' make a movie let the camera record it
Droppin' off a new rack, while watchin' over my back feelin' paranoid
Them broke bitches we avoid 'em
Me and Gucci flyin' finna crash
Got 50 thousand in cash
Hit it with a shot and he like
Hol' up hol' up hol' up hol' up hol' up ho
Slow up slow up slow slow slow slow up
Just bought a pint of lean, now I'm 'bout to pour up
Drunk so much feel like I'll throw up
Ass so small them racks make her grow up
She was like hol' up hol' up hol' up
Hol' up ho
You movin' too fast touchin' on my bankroll bitch slow up ho
Pajamas on the coupe boy I'm whippin'
Them bitches like swangers though
Longway Texas Ranger sippin' mud and tote that banger ho
I hope your camera dope as this I'm in the club twistin' my fingers
I bang the neighborhood rolling 60 cut Ray up I'm bangin'
Rockin' nothin' but 40 pointers my chain just blingin'
Me and Wop and Young Rich Homie we leavin' a stain
Young Thugger Thugger leave some shots no trace no mane
We gon' make a movie let the camera record it
Droppin' off a new rack, while watchin' over my back feelin' paranoid
Them broke bitches we avoid 'em
Me and Gucci flyin' finna crash
Got 50 thousand in cash
Hit it with a shot and he like
Hol' up hol' up hol' up hol' up hol' up ho
Slow up slow up slow slow slow slow up
Just bought a pint of lean, now I'm 'bout to pour up
Drunk so much feel like I'll throw up
Ass so small them racks make her grow up
She was like hol' up hol' up hol' up