Lyrical Breakdown of Muddy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Muddy" 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 "Muddy" 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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Got buddy, my buddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
My buddy, pour muddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
Real mud, that boy pour muddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
I got a buddy pour 'da shit real muddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
I got a buddy pour the Sprite real dirty
God damn, god damn, god damn
I got a buddy from the country but he think he from the city
He a country shady nigga but the nigga really picky
Drankin' on a pint and it cost a pretty penny
Gucci Mane and Dolph, freshest niggas in the city
All these bosses need a trap suit with the racks
He caught a large 99, I was sellin' sacks
Mama threw me out the house and I moved in with Pot
Sleepin' on the floor, I didn't even have a stack
My buddy, my buddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
My buddy, pour muddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
Real mud, that boy pour muddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
Take a whole 2 liter, pour a whole pint in it
Man I'm in the club sleep 'cause that lean got me trippin'
And I smoke a ounce with it, plus I'm on the mollies, nigga
Clear crystals keep me up, that lean bring me down, nigga
When we pour it up, it be muddy
South Memphis, I'm with OG Boo Dirty
I'm on a paper route, I gotta fuck with Young Dolph
Money, power, ammunition, PeeWee, take 'em off
I call pilots, tell 'em pint us a thousand pints up
Nigga wanna spend a 80, knowin' he a duck
Soon as I left out of court I started pourin' up
And we don't pour up red, we pour purple, bruh
Got buddy, my buddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
My buddy, pour muddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
Real mud, that boy pour muddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
(Uh huh) All I drink is mud
Take your girlfriend, turn her into my night time slut (yeah)
But we don't hardly ever fuck (nah)
I swear I'm scared of that bitch 'cause her pussy too good
Damn, or maybe could be me (me)
I'm full of that syrup, jumped in that pussy and fell asleep (fell asleep)
Shit, I can't be doin' this (hell nah)
Wake up with my pistol in my hand and went and took a piss
Damn, yeah I've been goin' ham (ham)
Go and ask the streets about me, they gon' tell you who I am
Yeah, your lil' sister say she love me
Your baby mama wanna fuck me
And my cup extra muddy
Got buddy, my buddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
My buddy, pour muddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy
God damn that boy pour muddy
Real mud, that boy pour muddy
God damn that boy pour muddy