Lyrical Breakdown of Blog That - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Blog That" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Juelz Santana weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Blog That" 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 Juelz Santana 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 Juelz Santana's narrative.
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We all here, hear me now!
(Hook)
She's put a picture up on InstaGram, InstaGram
Now I'm in the kitchen whipping InstaGram, InstaGram
I'm getting money nigga blog that,
You girl wanna fuck me nigga, blog that!
You a hater, eat a dick nigga, blog that
I just bought another whip nigga, blog that
I'm back, tell em motherfucker blogs that,
And I'm 'bout to pop it off, bra strap.
Fresh off my ha-haters, fresh off my ha-haters
Titanic back in business, now let's get reacquainted,
I'm that nigga, AKA not the one to play with
I'm all these bitches favourite,
I'm flyer than your playlist,
Be gone with my aces, screaming out hi haters
All you niggas talking I'm just stupid I'm not aiming
Still whipping that Katie, still whipping that Katie
Buried til she ready, then I pass the Tom Brady
Oh 20 bands in the rubber band
Oh, on my neck about a 100 grand,
Blind diamonds like I just came from the mother land,
Told you niggas I'll be up again.
(Hook)
She's put a picture up on InstaGram, InstaGram
Now I'm in the kitchen whipping InstaGram, InstaGram
I'm getting money nigga blog that,
You girl wanna fuck me nigga, blog that!
You a hater, eat a dick nigga, blog that
I just bought another whip nigga, blog that
I'm back, tell em motherfucker blogs that,
And I'm 'bout to pop it off, bra strap.
Fly up or get flown over, swag up or get swagged on,
Boss up I get bossed around, we don't cough hoes they get passed on,
Bad bitches I got that, big money I got that,
4 doors coupes with the top back I got that
Still keep that big thing, anything to blow your top back,
Who said they gonna take some, we right here they ain't take none,
Fall back or get flatline, red beam with that black .9
Cold still in these hot shells, you talk shit and I back mine,
I ball even when it's half-time
Your bitch call, it's that time,
I'm lit like a candle when she tryin to get her wax on
If ain't the Rrari is the Bentley Mussolini,
Or the phantom or the ghost, wondering if they can see me,
Hash tag my bitch bad, Hash tag my jewels real,
Hash tag my pocket's fat, and that's just 'cause I just made a sale
Hash tag my clique kill, your bitch think I'm a great deal
Fucked over my J's on, hit her with that windmill.
(Hook)
She's put a picture up on InstaGram, InstaGram
Now I'm in the kitchen whipping InstaGram, InstaGram
I'm getting money nigga blog that,
You girl wanna fuck me nigga, blog that!
You a hater, eat a dick nigga, blog that
I just bought another whip nigga, blog that
I'm back, tell em motherfucker blogs that,
And I'm 'bout to pop it off, bra strap.