Lyrical Breakdown of 679 2015 (feat. Fetty Wap) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "679 2015 (feat. Fetty Wap)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Meek Mill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "679 2015 (feat. Fetty Wap)" 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 Meek Mill 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 Meek Mill's narrative.

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Yeah baby, 17 Ay, ay look Baby girl, you're so damn fine though I'm tryna know if I could hit it from behind though I'm sipping on you like some fine wine though And when it's over, I press rewind though You talking bands, girl, I got it Benjamins all in my pocket I traded in my trues for some robins He playing Batman, Fetty's gon' rob him I got a Glock in my 'rari, 17 shots, no 38 I got a Glock in my 'rari, 17 shots, no 38 I'm like, yeah, she's fine Wonder when she'll be mine She walk past, I press rewind To see that ass one more time And I got this sewed up Remy Boyz, they know us All fast money, no slow bucks No one can control us Ay, yeah baby Tell me what you see Is it money or it's me? I smoke twenty, smell the weed I got hunnies in my V They like, Monty, can you be my baby daddy, I'm like yeah I got robins on my jeans, you see the wings on every pair All you see is Remy Boyz, you know my niggas everywhere And if somebody got a problem, we could meet up anywhere Now go say some Don't you niggas play dumb You know where we came from You don't want sauce, no A1 I'm like, yeah, she's fine Wonder when she'll be mine She walk past, I press rewind To see that ass one more time And I got this sewed up Remy Boyz, they know us All fast money, no slow bucks No one can control us Ay, yeah baby She a cutie and she fine, make me wanna make her mine She ain't nothing like them bimbos If you like it, we can swerve, we can light and stain up here Blowing, pluck it out the window We get playing, press rewind, got her singing every time Take a high note for me girlfriend Got my city looking rude, I ain't Diddy I ain't Loon But I think I need a girlfriend She feeling great as I'm talking to her She a RemyGirl so I'm gon' pursue her I brought a lot of loud, lot of Remy to sip on Thousand dollars when I get my tip on I'm off her, asked her if her fatty real She said that's all her, got her with the happy feel I'm bouta spoil her, got her with the happy feel I'm bouta spoil her, oh my I'm like, yeah, she's fine Wonder when she'll be mine She walk past, I press rewind To see that ass one more time And I got this sewed up Remy Boyz, they know us All fast money, no slow bucks No one can control us Ay, yeah baby ZooWap, Monty Zoowap, Monty Yeah baby, Remy Boy