Lyrical Breakdown of Kush Calone - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Kush Calone" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Migos weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Kush Calone" 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 Migos employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Woke up in a club, with a hundred racks strong
Bad bitch foreign, yeah, she came from Hong Kong
VVS shining, like, who turned the lights on?
Sippin' on lean, smelling like that kush cologne
Woke up in a club, with a hundred racks strong
Bad bitch foreign, yeah, she came from Hong Kong
VVS shining, like, who turned the lights on?
Sippin' on lean, smelling like that kush cologne
Woke up in a club, smelling like a pound of gas
Bad bitch she foreign, yeah, she came from Japan (she foreign)
Who the hell is that pulling up up in hat lamb?
Panorama transit engine in the rear
Diamond shine just like water see through clear
Quavo in the building B O G, yes, we here
VVS shining looking like a chandelier
When my nigga locked up, I fucking shed a tear
Bands on me right now, you can't turn me down
Smoking on that loaded plan, they came into town
Get it from my migo Kush, here they call 'em border
How the hell you get them diamond look just like some water?
Sippin' on lean I can't wake up till tomorrow
People coming with their hands out, asking to borrow
But I can't do that I'm so true dat
9 on my waist drew brees make em say, who dat?
Woke up in a club, with a hundred racks strong
Bad bitch foreign, yeah, she came from Hong Kong
VVS shining, like, who turned the lights on?
Sippin' on lean, smelling like that kush cologne
Woke up in a club, with a hundred racks strong
Bad bitch foreign, yeah, she came from Hong Kong
VVS shining, like, who turned the lights on?
Sippin' on lean, smelling like that kush cologne
Damn takeoff, why yo VVS always glistening?
I make the other religions turn to Christians
They get on they knees, they look at me and my Jesus piece
Full of VVSs, crosses on chests
Lord when I wake up in the morning, thank you for my blessings
And this trip that I take to Hong Kong,
Did a show in Australia, turn up in Taiwan
Two weeks got one in Spain, in the club I can fuck yo main
I can fuck any bitch I want over seas,
While I'm tourin' a lot of bitch foreign
Them Levis got reborn, on generation some called DG
And ever since then I been rockin' Joey Bobby Billy
I can see if the color green, that's that money vision
My wrist tired of whippin' in de fuckin' kitchen
Fries and subway, better than Philis
Gimme the pint make it disappear like a magician
Woke up in the club, with a hundred racks strong
Bad bitch foreign yeah she came from Hong Kong
VVS shining, like, who turned the lights on?
Sippin' on lean, smelling like that kush cologne
Woke up in the club, with a hundred racks strong
Bad bitch foreign, yeah, she came from Hong Kong
VVS shining, like, who turned the lights on?
Sippin' on lean, smelling like that kush cologne
They be, like, offset always in true why you do it?
'Cause I do it for my niggas, locked up in them Cubiks
I'm wrapped in VVS, yeah, you know I'm poolin'
Gucci aviators on my face, I'm Tom Cruisein'
On a boat home, yeah we on a cruise
Diamonds on my wrist spark up like a fuckin' fuse
You can keep the hundred proof I'm sippin' DJ Scruse
'87 old school windows bullet proof
All the way turned up now, smoke a loud pack out of a pound
All my haters stand down, top floor condo down town
And I'm shopping in Linden square Gucci, Prada, Louis that's my gear
Fuck a foreign bitch then share, I'm a king, Femme Greats had pairs
Shorty lookin' at me cause my ice go bling
And you know campaign strong, yeah, migo team
Yeah we ballin' we deserve a ring (deserve a ring)
Yeah we ballin' we deserve a ring (deserve a ring)
Woke up in the club, with a hundred racks strong
Bad bitch foreign, yeah, she came from Hong Kong
VVS shining, like, who turned the lights on?
Sippin on lean, smelling like that kush cologne
Woke up in the club, with a hundred racks strong
Bad bitch foreign, yeah, she came from Hong Kong
VVS shining, like, who turned the lights on?
Sippin' on lean, smelling like that kush cologne