Lyrical Breakdown of Sloppy Toppy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Sloppy Toppy" 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 "Sloppy Toppy" 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.
• 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 Migos's narrative.

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She see me pull up in that 'Rari I'm thinkin' 'bout choppin' the toppy Got bitches on bitches, they run 'round the lobby, they know that I got it I got too much money, son, sorry can't fit in my wallet Sloppy toppy, you can't touch my wallet Sloppy toppy know the bitches got it Know that she got it Know that she got it Sloppy toppy, sloppy toppy, uh Know that she got it Know that she got it Sloppy toppy, bet the bitch has got it Sloppy toppy, bet that bitch has got it Migos they know that got it Know that my wristwatch is sloppy Now they want a double dutch in my pockets Tell me one thing, is she 'bout it? Girl is you 'bout it? Gotta know before we let you tip toe and run through the lobby But the little bitty told me sloppy toppy was a hobby So she got me sloppy toppy like the sloppy toppy Goddess Over the garden, over the garden Oh what a goddess On my privates, we don't do massages Just menages She like to talk shit when we fuck, after she claims she forgot it She don't tap out, no tap out, she rather just black out Then we take trips to her trap house We been pullin' them stacks out Call over your friends Bend over, they poppin' for bands Can't stop if I can No I do not do beer cans, fuck is this a frat house? I know that she got it, I know that she got it I know that she got it, I know that she got it I pull up and pick her up Get her bruh I know that she bad And I know that the head is so good when she got around I know that we call her the sloppy toppy My pockets so sloppy I pull out the whopper, the chopper Just know that's who shot ya Me, pull up in that 'Rari I don't have a key She hop in the whip, disappear like a genie She got the sloppy toppy, bitches want my broccoli She after my money, Monopoly I make 'em swallow me then kick 'em off of my property Paparazzi keep on stalkin' me Feel like the Federali's keep on watchin' me Worth 100 mil, niggas can't talk to me Get sloppy toppy but you givin' currency I make your bitch work for me, she at the Doubletree Chopping strong, OG gas bags of that Hercules Whipping the top off the Audi, do surgery Red on the bottom, my shoes it's a murder scene I don't want your bitch she a natnat Pull up in the Audi, it's a hatchback Kickin', pimpin' and I'm luxury livin' Makin' it disappear, I'm a magician Know that the bad bitch got it Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it Know that the bad bitch got it Know that she got it, I know that she got it, I know that she got it Sloppy in the wrist and all my pockets Come here lil bitch, I want sloppy toppy Butt naked, fuckin' in Balenciaga Her pussy wet, I call it Fiji water I know she got it, I'm a beat it for her Then I dismiss the bitch and ignore her They know I got it, I'm at the top floor With Benjamins on me, no dubs Duffle bag filled up like I'm Money Mayweather Boogers in my Rollie, Pikachu yellow Pick a shoe, Balenci, Maison Margiela Pick a big bezel, which bezel is better? My jeweler know I got big cheddar Double Lambo, double parking wherever Double R ghost jump out with an umbrella Come with me, we take off like space shuttles Longway, Longway Sloppy toppy in the Maserati She gone get on top me, ride me like a Harley I don't fuck with the molly, look at her body She a hottie like a bag of Takis Beat the pussy like I'm Pacquiao Squeeze the nipples like you milk a cow Pull up in the car that she can't pronounce Dick in her mouth, you'd think she got a root canal 30 thousand for her Birkin Fat booty, shawty perfect She gag on the dick and she burpin' She swallow my kids like a slurpee Good brains, she nerdy I'm wonderin' what is her purpose When I get around her I get nervous Little momma, she clean like detergent