Lyrical Breakdown of Roster - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Roster" 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 "Roster" 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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Ayo, BandPlay (Ayo, BandPlay)
Drinkin' Dom Pérignon out the bottle (yeah, yeah)
Called her, told her, "Come pull up and bring your partner" (ayy, bring your friend)
I got a bitch, but she know how I feel about her (no doubt)
I smoke a lot of weed and she a pill popper (yeah, yeah)
Both her and her friend call me Big Poppa (Notorious Dolph)
Ain't no limit to the shit, might Silk the Shock ya (Uh, uh)
Ayy, if you ain't 'bout paper, she don't wanna holla (Nah)
Got a bad lil' gangsta boo, she be like, "Where them dollars?" (What?)
She sucked me for an hour (whoa), put me to sleep like a baby (whoa)
She drive a black Mercedes (yeah), carry a black .380 (yeah)
She always say she taken, that bitch always fakin' (quit playin')
Every time I see her, I fuck her 'til she start shakin'
Whoa
I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster
(On my roster, on my roster, on my roster, on my roster, on my roster)
Got a lot of bougie bitches on my roster
(On my roster, on my roster, on my roster, on my roster, on my roster)
I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (ayy)
I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (ayy)
I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (it's Gucci)
Got a lot of bougie bitches on my roster (yeah, yeah)
It's the Bricksquad boss and I keep spillin' sauce (woo)
She got too fat, so I had to cut her off, cut her off, cut her off
I had to cut her off
Got a young b so fine, I had to buy the bitch a loft (Wop)
The leather so soft, plus the top get lost (yeah)
250 for the chain but I ain't the one to cross (not to cross)
It's Gucci Mane and Dolph
His bitch a major groupie, he can't keep her in the house (damn)
I coach my team like Belichick, I put her on the bench
She ain't suck it like I told her to, she playin' with the dick (yeah)
You know Gucci heavy money, I been stayin' with the shit
My new college chick so super thick, my first round pick (it's Gucci, ha)
I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster
(On my roster, on my roster, on my roster, on my roster, on my roster)
Got a lot of bougie bitches on my roster
(On my roster, on my roster, on my roster, on my roster, on my roster)
I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (ayy)
I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (ayy)
I got nothin' but bad bitches on my roster (yeah)
Got a lot of bougie bitches on my roster (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)