Lyrical Breakdown of HO4ME (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "HO4ME (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Baby weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "HO4ME (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie)" 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 Lil Baby employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Uh-um I like to welcome y'all out To the well anticipated Well rejuvenated Album mode of DJ Drama Oh yeah (oh yeah) I'm really like that I brought a couple friends with me to show you Boogie, holler at 'em She know I go in She be like where the fuck you goin'? I tell her "I be workin'" I know she know what I be doin', yeah-yeah, uh And we be sinnin', yeah, fuckin' all in the kitchen, yeah You my wife, but I'ma treat you like a friend, yeah-yeah, uh, my girlfriend My girlfriend Creepin' on the low, I guess that's get back Fuckin' then it's over, bring my shit back She like street niggas, but she don't like what it come with Here come all of your friends again makin' they comments You get mad, spazz, we arguin' 'bout some dumb shit You get mad, spazz, we arguin' 'bout some dumb shit Okay, you right, this your show, you run shit Okay, you right, this your show, you run shit I got money on my mind, and she don't get that shit My shirt was Saint Laurent before the get back I was in the 'burban, tinted out and it was pitch black You movin' white, nigga, fuck around and push your shit back (your shit back) Don't you go and get your shit snatched My niggas been thirsty lately, I had to tell them "Relax", mm I know some BK niggas that'll get you kidnapped And I was swervin' on my way to you, to hit that Creepin' on the low, I guess that's get back Fuckin' then it's over, bring my shit back She like street niggas, but she don't like what it come with Here come all of your friends again makin' they comments You get mad, spazz, we arguin' 'bout some dumb shit You get mad, spazz, we arguin' 'bout some dumb shit Okay, you right, this your show, you run shit Okay, you right, this your show, you run shit Baby, take it slow for me Never mention "No" to me, turn into a hoe for me Baby, take it slow for me Never mention "No" to me, turn into a hoe for me Baby, take it slow for me Never mention "No" to me, turn into a hoe for me Baby, take it slow for me Never mention "No" to me, turn into a hoe for me Uh, yeah, me and my bitch we chillin' Don't wanna cum too fast, procrastinate when I'm in it I could get pussy all the time when I feel like gettin' There's a lot up on my mind, I don't feel like dealin' with it I wanna make love to you, feelin' it You only tell me that you love me when you feelin' it Put bubbles in the tub, make it interesting Even if they say you a "Dub", girl, you still a ten She know I go in She be like "Where the fuck you goin'?" I tell her that I be workin', I know you know that you my girlfriend, yeah-yeah, uh And we be sinnin', yeah, fuckin' all in the kitchen, yeah You my wife, but I'ma treat you like a friend, yeah-yeah, uh, my girlfriend My girlfriend Creepin' on the low, I guess that's get back Fuckin' then it's over, bring my shit back She like street niggas, but she don't like what it come with Here come all of your friends again makin' they comments You get mad, spazz, we arguin' 'bout some dumb shit You get mad, spazz, we arguin' 'bout some dumb shit Okay, you right, this your show, you run shit Okay, you right, this your show, you run shit Baby, take it slow for me Never mention "No" to me, turn into a hoe for me Baby, take it slow for me Never mention "No" to me, turn into a hoe for me Baby, take it slow for me Never mention "No" to me, turn into a hoe for me Baby, take it slow for me Never mention "No" to me, turn into a hoe for me Gangsta Grillz Baby See, that's what I love about you You can be so wholesome Yet, still some hoe-some Ha-ha-ha Boogie Wham Dram I know you like that