Lyrical Breakdown of Gold Bottles - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gold Bottles" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Jeezy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gold Bottles" 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 Jeezy 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 Jeezy's narrative.
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Yeah, yeah
You know what this is nigga?
When this shit come on in the club, awoooo
ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles
47s over here, they pop like gold bottles
Ain't no bitches in the section, you got no bottles
Nigga we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles
Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles
Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles
One thing about them ho, they love them gold bottles
Extendos for my foes they pop like gold bottles
Motherfuck all ya'll niggas, yeah, ya'll thought I was over
Give a fuck about this rap shit, really done it with soda
Got big (?) in your city, then that's one happy promoter
Give a fuck if it day, count it me up more in Dakota
My nigga told me to cook it, yeah you know it was over
See I didn't wait no time, I went and whipped me a Rova
Heavy in that new pussy just like a new Maserati
Talkin' wax on wax off just like I'm Mr. Miyagi
Don't make her light up that big boy like that scene off of Belly
Run with them lunatics, dirty and G like they Nelly
I spent a mil on my hood, I'm like fuck a Bugatti
But when you get your first mil they think that you illuminati
ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles
47s over here, they pop like gold bottles
Ain't no bitches in the section, you got no bottles
Nigga we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles
Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles
Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles
One thing about them ho, they love them gold bottles
Extendos for my foes they pop like gold bottles
Fuckin' em like a (?) I got my balls and my word
Only thing that we celebrate is the first and the third
No jeans True Religion
Five piece new edition
I moved them shits like magician
Then went and copped new edition
Them bucket full on my table
Park them shit like I'm (?)
My nigga move when I say so
Chi-chi don't forget the yayo
I'm in my spaceship on bankhead, told that bitch I'm on fable
I want that heavenly head, I told her get me that halo
If it's ever an issue, that big gone blow like a whistle
If you come in my section tonight your nigga gone miss you
(?) three off in public, that boy was holdin' the bread
Had to call that boy Flipper that left a hole in his head
ARs over here, they pop like gold bottles
47s over here, they pop like gold bottles
Ain't no bitches in the section, you got no bottles
Nigga we winnin' over here, we poppin' gold bottles
Tell me why my wrist look like them gold bottles
Shit around my neck look like some gold bottles
One thing about them ho, they love them gold bottles
Extendos for my foes they pop like gold bottles