Lyrical Breakdown of Tha Fuck - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tha Fuck" 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 "Tha Fuck" 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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Whussup? whussup?
Oh hey
Big Latto
OG Parker
I slap the fuck out lil shawty, keep callin' my phone
Checkin' me 'bout a nigga
Ain't goin 'back and forth with you when my bag is bigger
The fuck wrong witcha?
Drop, the bag on yo head, they comin' to get ya
Check, cop the new Birkin bag just came with a pistol
I slap the fuck out of one of these punk ass niggas
I don't play 'bout my money
Nah, I can't walk in without it
Plus I need the back end, all blue hunnids
Drop the bag on your head, they comin' to get ya
Don't want your nigga, baby, his pockets too little
Walk in the club and I fuck it up
I don't talk much, I just run it up
Know they call me back end Latto
I did 3 show 1 night, sum it up
Got these rap hoes tryna keep up
Ran down on 'em, made 'em give it up
Shawty if it's smoke, lemme know what's up
All you had to do was just speak up
I slap the fuck out a hoe like a mack
Latto don't play 'bout that bag, and that's facts
3 black truck, back to back
Don't need security, shooters riding in the back
These bitches wack, keep this shit in stack
I came for the racks, I ain't came for the chat
Like a quarterback, I run with the sack
Don't get attached, 'cause this ain't that
I slap the fuck out lil shawty, keep callin' my phone
Checkin' me 'bout a nigga
Ain't goin' back and forth with you when my bag is bigger
The fuck wrong witcha?
Drop, the bag on yo head, they comin' to get ya
Check, cop the new Birkin bag, it came with a pistol
I slap the fuck out of one of these punk ass niggas
I don't play 'bout my money
Nah, I can't walk in without it
Plus I need the back end, all blue hunnids
Drop the bag on your head, they comin' to get ya
Don't want your nigga, baby, his pockets too little
I slap the fuck out lil shawty, keep callin' my phone
Checkin' me 'bout a nigga
Ain't goin' back and forth with you when my bag is bigger
The fuck wrong witcha?
Drop, the bag on yo head, they comin' to get ya
Check, cop the new Birkin bag, it came with a pistol
I slap the fuck out of one of these punk ass niggas
I don't play 'bout my money