Lyrical Breakdown of WWYD - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "WWYD" 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 "WWYD" 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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Old hunned new hunned green hunned blue hunned yeah
Old hunned new hunned green hunned blue hunned yeah
Old hunned new hunned green hunned blue hunned yeah
What would you do for that cash?(woah)
Show me what you'll do for that cash (whoah)
What would you do for that cash? (woah)
Show me what you'll do for that cash
Gotta get up and go and get it
Money dont got legs I got next
Send that green to me android text
Stepping in Giuseppe foot all on they neck
It get forreal forreal I do not play bout my bill
Flow cold getting chills Dustin turn me up a lil
I dont think they hear me
Spitting like a semi
Know I keep it with me
I dont want em near me
Faker than they Remy
Hair can't hear me
This is fucking Fendi
Back up give me 50
This how im coming I ain't playing with em
That's your man you better come and get him
You know he got it if im fucking with him
500 on some fucking denim
Yeah, they throwing shots im a young dolph to em
Like Wendy Williams I get paid just to talk to em (talkkkk)
10 bands just to walk through em (walkkk)
I bought the AMG cash what yall doing?
Old hunned new hunned green hunned blue hunned yeah
Old hunned new hunned green hunned blue hunned yeah
Old hunned new hunned green hunned blue hunned yeah
Old hunned new hunned green hunned blue hunned yeah
What would you do for that cash? (woah)
Show me what you'll do for that cash (whoah)
What would you do for that cash? (woah)
Show me what you'll do for that cash
All my pieces hitting I dont even swipe, shout out to my jewelrys
Nah shout out to my shooters, I put em right on yo medulla
You ain't really who you say you is the
only smoke you want is with the hookah, nigga
Gucci gang Gucci gang all these snakes on me like Medusa
That's a Safaree like Nicki's boy all about my Fetty like a Remy boy
Yall boys ain't making no noise I got 2 Chains on my titties boy
I'm going up and they can't stop it like vomit
They'll be on yo head every night like a bonnet
I promise
Old hunned new hunned green hunned blue hunned yeah
Old hunned new hunned green hunned blue hunned yeah
Old hunned new hunned green hunned blue hunned yeah
Old hunned new hunned green hunned blue hunned yeah
What would you do for that cash? (woah)
Show me what you'll do for that cash (whoah)
What would you do for that cash? (woah)
Show me what you'll do for that cash