Lyrical Breakdown of She a Soldier - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "She a Soldier" 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 "She a Soldier" 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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Baby, whip that dope like I told you
Never let a nigga fuck you over
Stay down, I'mma put you in a Rover
You better never tell nobody
What I showed you
You a soldier, you a soldier
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
She a wild alley cat, Villanova
I pray to God, da folks, don't pull her over
It ain't 'bout the sack
It's all about the soldier
I won't care less bout the
Money but my soldier
I lost a bomb, I lost the pack
I lost my soldier
She a down bitch, a motherfucking soldier
15K today, 30K tomorrow, nigga
I live life on boats, like
I'm sponsored by nautica, nigga
Everything I say's a quote
I just took of them folks
Got a dope bag in my throat
I'm trying my best not to choke
We gonna chase that fucking
Paper to the ceiling
Zero tolerance for these bitches
They just want chillen
I made a pledge to Migo to take
Care all my nephews and nieces
Then ran into my Migo then
Turned to a fucking receiver
I'm receiving, you know I'm cricket like '
I'm a freak, I get the pack
And take all the clothes off they body
I know bitches, that gone come and fuck you
And take all your riches
I know math well, me and
Gucci spending nothing but digit's, get it
Baby, whip that dope like I told you
Never let a nigga fuck you over
Stay down, I'mma put you in a Rover
You better never tell nobody
What I showed you
You a soldier, you a soldier
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
She a wild alley cat, Villanova
I pray to God, da folks, don't pull her over
It ain't 'bout the sack
It's all about the soldier
I won't care less bout the
Money but my soldier
I lost a bomb, I lost the pack
I lost my soldier
She a down bitch, a motherfucking soldier
Now she been riding for a
Nigga for some years
Cried a river with all them tears
Even aborted a couple kids
After I did that other bid, I
Thought you would've left me
I was down on my dick
But you were still there to help you
You the chef that kept me fed
You see, I ain't scared to
Say it, it was nothing, just to play it
So I was shooting for the head and
I was moving from them feds
Watching every move and knowing whereabouts
Money I make more, fake hoes don't care about
It's like four niggas try to share
A house, it ain't gone work
I make 'em tear it down
Get that eviction notice, grip the 40
Might let them niggas have it
Scooter and Gucci, you know we causing havoc
Baby, whip that dope like I told you
Never let a nigga fuck you over
Stay down, I'mma put you in a Rover
You better never tell nobody
What I showed you
You a soldier, you a soldier
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
She a wild alley cat, Villanova
I pray to God, da folks, don't pull her over
It ain't 'bout the sack
It's all about the soldier
I won't care less bout the
Money but my soldier
I lost a bomb, I lost the pack
I lost my soldier
She a down bitch, a motherfucking soldier
Stand and salute like I taught you to
Pistol in the purse like a soldier do
She got the brains and the
Body and the muscle too
I give a shout out to
These bitches cause they hustlers, too
Soldier, soldier, baby girl a soldier
Pulled over, Corolla, she did what I told her
Don't give a damn if they
Send her ass to Angola
My girlfriend thick, lips look like Crayola
Severing ties, paying bribes
Call this shit payola cocaina, Coca Cola
Concealed with that Folgers
On Boulder-crest with OJ in yeah
We got them boulders
I call that bitch lieutenant
(unintelligible) because that bitch a soldier
Baby, whip that dope like I told you
Never let a nigga fuck you over
Stay down, I'mma put you in a Rover
You better never tell nobody
What I showed you
You a soldier, you a soldier
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
She a wild alley cat, Villanova
I pray to God, da folks, don't pull her over
It ain't 'bout the sack
It's all about the soldier
I won't care less bout the
Money but my soldier
I lost a bomb, I lost the pack
I lost my soldier
She a down bitch, a motherfucking soldier