Lyrical Breakdown of Bussdown - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bussdown" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Latto weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bussdown" 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 Latto 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 Latto's narrative.
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Yeah, Big Latto (Romano)
Yeah (OG Parker)
200 racks on me (cash), brand new AMG (skrrt)
Prada on me and a bussdown (ice)
La-la-la, I'm gettin' money
Everywhere I go, I gotta keep it on me (bow)
VVS diamonds on me, baby (ice), feelin' like I made it (ayy)
Got it out the mud without no handout
La-la-la, I'm gettin' money (cash)
They ain't fuck with me back then, now they all on me
Couple bitches prayin' that I fall
Real diamonds, they ain't got a flaw
It ain't nothin' to cut a nigga off
Can't tell me I don't put on for the South
Circle small (yeah), feel like I seen it all (yeah)
Dumb bitch, I be blowin' through it like I might not see tomorrow
Ain't no pressure, count my blessings
I don't really need no nigga (need no nigga)
Watched all my friends turn into opps
So I don't really got no feelings (got no feelings)
Birkin, new bag alert (brrt), these hoes be bad and burnt (brrt)
I see these bitches took the big, no cap, I did it first (haha), bitch
200 racks on me (cash), brand new AMG (skrrt)
Prada on me and a bussdown (ice)
La-la-la, I'm gettin' money
Everywhere I go, I gotta keep it on me (bow)
VVS diamonds on me, baby (ice), feelin' like I made it (ayy)
Got it out the mud without no handout
La-la-la, I'm gettin' money (cash)
They ain't fuck with me back then, now they all on me
75 hundred racks for the Pateks, I'm gettin' real cheese
I use the 'Miri jeans for recreation
I hit the Latto, dawg, I Powerball some servin' bases
I smoke Bizarro, dawg, the Black & Mild ain't what you thinkin'
How could you ever even sleep on me? I skeet on her, she skeet on me
She ain't never had a Z-O-E, I make it hard to cheat on me
Be the only bitch who got a 'Vert, I might candy paint her hearse
And lift it up, I know you heard and when it's up, I'm shootin' first
I'm gettin' money, baby, drop cash for the hitman
Bustin' down an ink pen, bustin' down anything
Hit the left on Biscayne, swerve the Vert', switch lanes
I'm in the cut with a blick, mane, I'm draggin' my nuts, my dick hang
200 racks on me (cash), brand new AMG (skrrt)
Prada on me and a bussdown (ice)
La-la-la, I'm gettin' money
Everywhere I go, I gotta keep it on me (bow)
VVS diamonds on me, baby (ice), feelin' like I made it (ayy)
Got it out the mud without no handout
La-la-la, I'm gettin' money (cash)
They ain't fuck with me back then, now they all on me
(Romano)
(OG Parker)