Lyrical Breakdown of Surgery (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Surgery (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Gunna weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Surgery (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)" 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 Gunna 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 Gunna's narrative.
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She say that she love me, she dyin' to fuck me
I'm peepin' them sweats, she seethin' and uppity
Barely got bodies on the resumé, luckily
I'm fuckin' her good, I keep her good company
With her all day, she can't get enough of me
She say I'm her drug, she Hillary Duff-in' me
Swallow enough of my kids into custody
We havin' good times, we sippin' on bubbly
You said it was me, but I promise it wasn't me
How you gon' switch up like all of a suddenly?
Like you told me, "Dolla, boy, look what you done to me"
Diggin' her out and and it feel just like surgery
Ooh, surgery, surgery, ooh, yeah
I'm diggin' her out, she thought it was surgery
Callin' on my phone for the dick, it's emergency
I be tryna kill it, it's a murder, it's a first-degree
Ass and the pussy good, yeah, yeah, certainly
I remember days, remember days, they was curvin' me, swervin' me
Now a nigga lit for eternity
Askin' what I like and how I feel internally
Bitch, I like my bandanas red and burgundy
Buy you a bag, it ain't nothin' but a purse
They say I'm in love, this ain't nothin' but some work
Walkin' through the house, ass hangin' out the shirt
No panties on in that 4Hunnid merch
Know it's on blast, I don't care if you the first
Fuckin' with me, prepare for the worst
Got it out the mud, baby, get ready for the dirt
But she fuck with me tough, so she down to make it work
She say that she love me, she dyin' to fuck me
I'm peepin' them sweats, she seethin' and uppity
Barely got bodies on the resumé, luckily
I'm fuckin' her good, I keep her good company
With her all day, she can't get enough of me
She say I'm her drug, she Hillary Duff-in' me
Swallow enough of my kids into custody
We havin' good times, we sippin' on bubbly
You said it was me, but I promise it wasn't me
How you gon' switch up like all of a suddenly?
Like you told me, "Dolla, boy, look what you done to me"
Diggin' her out and and it feel just like surgery
Ooh (Ooh), surgery (Ooh), surgery, ooh, yeah
Poppin' bubbly, cup muddy
Bad shawty, I met her in public (Yeah)
Ain't tryna cover, these bitches just love it (Yeah)
Said she a freak, but she really a (Uh), slutty
Dr. Miami (Slutty), got rid of the tummy
This Eliantte and not Avianne (Ice)
Made her a new bitch and got her new body
Upgrade the hottie (Upgrade the hottie), ooh, ooh
I gotta keep it one hundred, ooh (Ooh)
Bought her some shit 'cause she honest, ooh (Ooh)
Bought a C8, it don't come with a (Uh)
Come with a roof (Come with a roof)
Matte triple black and the seats nice and blue
Tell 'em, "Bag back," led that bitch by the tooth (Bag)
Spend some more racks
Someone said I was through, motherfuckin' fool (Motherfuckin' fool)
Uh, we made a move, we like it true (Uh), eastside with goons (Goons)
Ridin' in the Spyder, eight legged coupe (Uh)
Bad bitch beside her, she smokin' 'Scotti
Pass the Biscotti, worth a young nigga on lit like a lighter (Lit)
We never care like it beat at the cypher (Yeah)
Ten racks inside, I'm just tryna entice her (Racks)
Everyone's excited
You said it was me, but I promise it wasn't me
How you gon' switch up like all of a suddenly?
Like you told me, "Dolla, boy, look what you done to me"
Diggin' her out and and it feel just like surgery
Ooh, surgery, surgery, ooh, yeah