Lyrical Breakdown of Shoebox (feat. NAV) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shoebox (feat. NAV)" 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 "Shoebox (feat. NAV)" 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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Ha, Gato
God damn, 1-0-1-7
Zaytoven
Go
My money too big for a shoebox
Thirty round cock on my Glock
I put the D on the block like the LOX (Skrrt)
Yeah, I'm drippin', I need me a mop (Yeah, I'm drippin', go)
Paw perpendicular, hopped out the Aventador
Scream, "Fuck a hater" to no one in particular (Fuck 'em)
V-12 cylinder, killin' ya, killin' ya (Skrrt)
Killin' ya, killin' ya, killin' ya, killin' ya (Go)
Entrepreneur, I'm the shit like manure (Rich nigga)
Rockstar nigga, still fuck on a whore (Trap star)
Countin' this money, I used to be poor (Count it)
Countin' this money, I need me some more
What can I say, I'm from EA
Got a ho from LA, snort a Birkin a day
Squirt when she work 'less you skeet in her face
And her hips make her look like she walkin' in place (Wow)
Pull out my coupe and I'm liftin' my doors
I'm a rockstar, but I still fuck with whores (Yeah)
No, I'm not the same NAV from before (Uh uh)
Won't buy a Lamb if it ain't Aventador (Skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
Fucked that bitch once, don't want her anymore (Fuck her)
Every time she call, I'm hittin' ignore (Ha)
Hundred thousand on my jewels, I afford (Hundred band)
I was trappin' out a Honda Accord (Trap)
Gucci taught me how to kick a door (Gucci, yeah)
Now I'm fuckin' bitches when I'm bored (Ha)
Pop a 30 and I hit record (Geeked)
Made a couple mil', now I want some more
My watch is illy, I'm sick of me, I need a remedy (Achoo)
I'm in the drop top, JF Kennedy (Brr)
In your ho, she think we got chemistry (Ha)
But she been a freak (Uh)
I been in the street (Yeah)
These Guccis, ain't no Timbs on my feet (Ha)
Back, back, nigga, give me ten feet (Back)
Fucked that lil' bitch in the suite, ooh (Fucked that lil' bitch, ha)
Money comin' in repeat
I like her, she suckin' that dick unique (I like her, suck it)
Come from Atlanta, but I'm from the east (East Atlanta, East)
I be fresh to death like I'm deceased (Fresh as a motherfucker)
My money too big for a shoebox
Thirty round cock on my Glock
I put the D on the block like the LOX (Skrrt)
Yeah, I'm drippin', I need me a mop (Yeah, I'm drippin', go)
Paw perpendicular, hopped out the Aventador
Scream, "Fuck a hater" to no one in particular (Fuck 'em)
V-12 cylinder, killin' ya, killin' ya (Skrrt)
Killin' ya, killin' ya, killin' ya, killin' ya (Go)
Entrepreneur, I'm the shit like manure (Rich nigga)
Rockstar nigga, still fuck on a whore (Trap star)
Countin' this money, I used to be poor (Count it)
Countin' this money, I need me some more
What can I say, I'm from EA
Got a ho from LA, snort a Birkin a day
Squirt when she work 'less you skeet in her face
And her hips make her look like she walkin' in place (Wow)
Two solitaires, call 'em dumber and dumber (Brr)
Vert in the winter, treat it like the summer (Ha)
She'll, man, eat it like Jeffery Dahmer
Then knock out your windows like Jazmin Sullivan (Ho, ha)
I'm a night show like the Sullivan Show (Ha)
Hublot was plain, but I flooded it though (Link)
Pablo sipping' Sprite, but he muddied it though (Bro)
And I come to your house like the plug at the door
Knock, knock, a knock at the door
Cartel shit, got a shock on the floor
A block on the stove, 'bout to lock and reload (Yeah)
I'm on Flat Shoals tryna move me a load (Flat)
Gotta drop the bricks off on Candler Road (1'5)
Quarter pounders, over a billion sold (Count it)
The back of the 'partments a drug store (Blah)
Ooh, I'm so icy, an Eskimo (Ooh, brr)
She eat the dick like it's edible (Eat it up)
You couldn't see me if you had a telescope (Can't see me)
We don't love 'em, we just fuck 'em and let 'em go (Fuck 'em)
My house is a igloo and it's full of dope
E-E-Eskimo, nothin' typical (Nah)
We do shit unbelievable
Get in her, get in her, get in her (Get in her)
2K18, 18-cylinder (Go)
My money too big for a shoebox
Thirty round cock on my Glock
I put the D on the block like the LOX (Skrrt)
Yeah, I'm drippin', I need me a mop (Yeah, I'm drippin', go)
Paw perpendicular, hopped out the Aventador
Scream, "Fuck a hater" to no one in particular (Fuck 'em)
V-12 cylinder, killin' ya, killin' ya (Skrrt)
Killin' ya, killin' ya, killin' ya, killin' ya (Go)
Entrepreneur, I'm the shit like manure (Rich nigga)
Rockstar nigga, still fuck on a whore (Trap star)
Countin' this money, I used to be poor (Count it)
Countin' this money, I need me some more
What can I say, I'm from EA
Got a ho from LA, snort a Birkin a day
Squirt when she work 'less you skeet in her face
And her hips make her look like she walkin' in place (Wow)
Ha, uh