Lyrical Breakdown of 50 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "50" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Moneybagg Yo weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "50" 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 Moneybagg Yo 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 Moneybagg Yo's narrative.
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(ATL Jacob, he a fucking millionaire)
(Hahahahaha, hahahaha)
Go!
Ayy, fuck that 50-50 shit, I can't go half with you (can't do that)
Turn you straight up, baby, I can't waste no time with you (hell nah)
Ayy, Wafi, AP her, I can't waste no time with you (right now)
Ayy, fuck that 50-50 shit, I can't go half with you
A hundred what I'm bringing, I'm big bag, fuck you thinking?
I pop tags, cleared out Neiman
Got jetlagged, flight from Phoenix
Let me smash in a Demon
When I blast, catch my semen
In my mask, free Pooh Shiesty
Gettin' off bags, I been striking
If you can ask her for some pussy, she can ask you for some money
You ain't got enough, damn right, she gon' go fuck yo' homie
Ain't no wifin' her
Nigga, she told you this shit 'bout money
You done piped her up, bought her some titties and tucked her stomach (ha)
Soon as she healed up on that surgery, I was the first come beat that up
Bend it over, smack her ass, she touch her toes, I'm in her guts
She ain't tryna drop the ball (nah), that's a fumble if she put (yup)
Send me a video making it clap (ugh), jumping up (that thang thinging)
Ayy, fuck that 50-50 shit, I can't got half with you (can't do that)
Turn you straight up, baby, I can't waste no time with you (hell nah)
Ayy, Wafi, AP her, I can't waste no time with you (right now)
Ayy, fuck that 50-50 shit, I can't go half with you
Having racks on racks, when she ask, I won't tell her no (here)
Hitting her from the back, breaking sweats in my cardio (uh)
Gumbo thick, I swear, no cap, she suck, I bust, we take a nap
Wake up, shake back and check my trap
She like how I live what I rap (facts)
Me and my niggas get down like the Good Fellas
We ain't carin' who look better (all us)
Type of nigga tell the feds a cold lie, we don't fuck with them truth tellers (rats)
Told me she can't wait to leave the city, I'ma fly the bitch into some good weather (gone)
Rub her down, make her feel better (what?), eat her pussy make her feel special (ugh)
Throw it back, throw it back (go), all that shit you was talking, come show me that (now)
Fuck good and spendin', she loving that (me)
If the bitch do leave, she coming back (right)
In a whip that's low-key (at night), she ain't know I drove these (shh)
Want me to go so deep, so wet, I'ma need floaties (stroking, stroking, ugh)
Ayy, fuck that 50-50 shit, I can't go half with you (can't do that)
Turn you straight up, baby, I can't waste no time with you (hell nah)
Ayy, Wafi, AP her, I can't waste no time with you (right now)
Ayy, fuck that 50-50 shit, I can't go half with you