Lyrical Breakdown of Tony Montana (Freestyle) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Meek Mill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Tony Montana (Freestyle)" 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.
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Got all my niggas in the building with me
Somebody call some pretty bitches through
Motivation - yeah
I pop a perc
I fuck yo bitch
Got you blowin up her phone while she suckin dick
Yellow bone, hella thick
She know I be gettin money like I'm sellin bricks
If you gone tell 'em somethin you should tell 'em this
Every time them people grab me I ain't tell 'em shit
Not a word, but my government
So they can run my name and I'll be bailin quick
I be rolling round in my town, southsider northbound
Don't throw your hoe in that water, we won't save the bitch
She might drown
I'm gettin money right now
Strapped up with that pound
Got a sad song on my hip I swear you don't wanna hear that sound okay
Yellow rollie, yellow bezzle, ooh my money on another level
Yea - and my bitches gettin even better
I'm stackin paper got these haters gettin even madder
Look in they faces, I see they hatin
Get in they whip they bitches got my cd playin
Money ain't a joke, and I ain't even playin
I told her to spend the night and I ain't even stayin
Them hoes tell me I'm too much, them haters tell me I'm too up
Yea I'm racked out and I'm jeweled up
Just three deep we aint gooned up
We keep heat yeah that tool tucked
George Jeff. I done moved up
Spin'n the block pull that coupe up
George f. I done moved up
Spend the block pull that coupe up
Handspring, I put the roof up
I think I'm tony montana, ridin with the hammer
Niggas on that hating shit, I let 'em eat bananas
Ak-47 picture perfect like a camera
I point it at your homie leave 'em stinking like a pamper
Fuck what you drinkin, fuck what you thinkin
This 40 hit yo homie leave that nigga plankin
I got a bitch she ride it just like she jamaican
Catch me M.I.A, I probably be with Haitians
Yea, ha, catch me M.I.A I probably be with Haitians
BH we in the mothafuckin building
Tony montana, tony montana, nigga
I know your bitch, I hit her with the hammer
We out, we in the mothafuckin building MMG, WB