Lyrical Breakdown of Baguette's (feat. Booka600) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Baguette's (feat. Booka600)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Durk weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Baguette's (feat. Booka600)" 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 Durk 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 Lil Durk's narrative.
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I got two duffel bags and they handed from the teller
Two bad bitches, but they dead to me like callus
And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish
Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes
I got my hammer on me, see his bitch and went to nailed her
Bitch, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons
And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar
Never have I hit a bitch that say she don't wanna fuck again
Don't non of my diamonds be SI's
I bought some Cartiers just for my left eye
Killin' on the Southside, money on the Westside
Hustler, I could sell Popeyes to Popeyes
I got it out the mud, I ain't never had shit
Gang, gang, gang, niggas know what it is
Hermes rag when I wipe my tears
Carat and carat shit in my ear
And I go Johnny, ain't goin' no veneers
I see Lil' D when I look in the mirror
Lamb truck, I ain't gotta pop it in gear
Hurtin' my mom only thing that I fear
And that shit scary
Fake niggas real, let 'em tell it
My pockets got like Jared
But this ain't Subway
I'ma keep my nine just like RJ Barrett
I got two duffel bags and they handed from the teller
Two bad bitches, but they dead to me like callus
And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish
Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes
I got my hammer on me, see his bitch and went to nailed her
Bitch, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons
And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar
Never have I hit a bitch that say she don't wanna fuck again
I'm King Von from the O
The dirty lil' boy, used to sleep on the floor
The same lil' nigga chased off by the store
And now I got a mil', nigga, I'm the GOAT
Heart so cold, need a Moncler coat
My gun hot like I got it out the stove
Your bitch weak, won't touch that ho
Free Cdai, Numba9, D-Rose
Bangman, Duke, can't forget Ebo (uh-huh)
They my bros, O Block, 6-0 (uh-huh)
They with me everywhere I go
You better know if I blow, he blow
Me and Whitewall was posted up by the store
Me and LA was drillin' shit when it was cold
Reminiscin' on the days when we was close
I love both sides, just to let you know
I got two duffel bags and they handed from the teller
Two bad bitches, but they dead to me like callus
And I'm chasin' all this money, army green, the color relish
Pop, pop, they fall like feathers, this watch is all baguettes
I got my hammer on me, see his bitch and went to nailed her
Bitch, I'm with the gang, that mean I'm hangin' 'round some felons
And Blow, he got the K, and he gon' play it like a guitar
Never have I hit a bitch that say she don't wanna fuck again