Lyrical Breakdown of Play Your Cards (Feat. YC) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Play Your Cards (Feat. YC)" 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 "Play Your Cards (Feat. YC)" 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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Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah Holiday season 'Round here you play the cards that you were dealt I could give a fuck about your feelings or how you feel I can't see you in my rearview 'cause you left I'm so hot, I could touch your bitch and she'll melt 'Round here you play the cards that you were dealt I could give a fuck about your feelings or how you feel I can't see you in my rearview 'cause you left I'm so hot, I could touch your bitch and she'll melt (oh, it's holiday season, nigga) I'm on my hustle, I'm 'bout my grind I got a plan to make the whole Atlanta mine One for the money, two for the dough Three dollars for the soda, I mix it in the coke I'm icy in the summer, I think I need a coat I'll drag you to the river then throw you off the boat Cold dirty shame, low-down dirty games I use to have them things, but now I'm on the screen Play it how it go, take it how it come Fuck how you feel, 'cause my feelings numb Play it how it go, take it how it come Fuck how you feel, 'cause my feelings numb 'Round here you play the cards that you were dealt I could give a fuck about your feelings or how you feel I can't see you in my rearview 'cause you left I'm so hot, I could touch your bitch and she'll melt 'Round here you play the cards that you were dealt I could give a fuck about your feelings or how you feel I can't see you in my rearview 'cause you left I'm so hot, I could touch your bitch and she'll melt Gucci Mane, I'm hard to kill Ain't nobody murkin' me Niggas think they Hercules, have they ass in surgery Viagara flow, Cialis verses, ain't nobody hard as me He may have more money, but he'll never have more heart than me It's big dog, bulldog, leapfrog, jump off Sawed-off pump, nigga, this ain't what you want And we goin' all out, all out for the yola I owe it to the soda I cut the music down just so I can hear the motor I open up the sunroof so you can smell the odor Play your cards right or they'll find you in Dakota Suckers get trampled, snitches ran over Snitches ran over 'Round here you play the cards that you were dealt I could give a fuck about your feelings or how you feel I can't see you in my rearview 'cause you left I'm so hot, I could touch your bitch and she'll melt 'Round here you play the cards that you were dealt I could give a fuck about your feelings or how you feel I can't see you in my rearview 'cause you left I'm so hot, I could touch your bitch and she'll melt 'Round here you play the cards that you were dealt I could give a fuck about your feelings or how you feel I can't see you in my rearview 'cause you left I'm so hot, I could touch your bitch and she'll melt 'Round here you play the cards that you were dealt I could give a fuck about your feelings or how you feel I can't see you in my rearview 'cause you left I'm so hot, I could touch your bitch and she'll melt