Lyrical Breakdown of Don't Kno - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Don't Kno" 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 "Don't Kno" 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.
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(Let's go)
She like, "We gon' see each other today?" I'm like, "Yeah, for sure that" (for sure)
See, we duck off, and we fuck off, but nobody know that (nobody)
Got my name saved in her phone as a bitch name (ooh)
Play her cards smart, bitch a super freak like Rick James (and she freaky, hey)
Quiet, stay low-key and fuck, we go by them laws (we go by them laws)
I'm hitting her from the rear while she ignore her nigga calls
Ooh, she wrong, but who am I to care? We smash and we out of there (I'm gone)
Erase my calls, erase my texts out her phone, she get me out of there (she get me gone, hey)
She tell me how she sick of dude, I tell her how my bitch trippin' (my bitch trippin')
She like he won't let her out the house and she tryna get with me
Ol' square-ass nigga, always care-ass nigga
You the type to beat her up and pull her hair-ass nigga (pussy-ass nigga)
I'm the type to smash on her and pull her hair-ass nigga
After we done, I get it fixed 'cause I'm a fair-ass nigga
Real talk, nigga
Hold up, baby
Matter fact, you know what I'm sayin', just start out, hit me through the-
The Snap, you know what I'm sayin'?
We can't, you know what I'm sayin'?
Don't even hit the line no more, you good
She don't know my mother (she don't know my moms)
She fuck with my brothers (she fuck with my brothers)
We just be linking up and fucking (what else?)
We keep it gutter (we keep it trill)
We fuck with no rubber (fuck with no condoms)
We be on top of covers (ugh, ugh)
She got a nigga and I got a bitch (what that mean?)
We don't tell on each other (we don't tell on each other, shh)
Nah, we ain't together, nah, we ain't a couple
Don't know what to call it (I don't know what to call it, though)
She call my phone like she my main bitch (main what?)
I don't know what to call it (I don't know what to call it, though)
Leave from with you and come pull up on me
I don't know what to call it (I don't know what to call it, though)
When we fuck, we do our own positions
I don't know what to call it (I don't know what to call this shit for real)
I pick up my phone whenever she call it
Don't know what to call it, but I fuck with shawty (I fuck with shawty)
She know we gotta keep this shit here on the low
Can't let my bitch know 'cause I'm stuck with shawty (I'm stuck with baby)
When we be texting, she send emojis (what kind?)
Water emoji, tongue-lick emoji (what else?)
Hit her back with the purple dick emoji (ugh, ugh)
I'm like, "Where you at? Ayy, let's get in motion" (let's get it, baby)
She tell me 'bout her problems at the house (at the house)
How she with the nigga, she don't love him (she don't fuck with him)
How he want to, but she don't fuck him (she don't do it)
All lovey dovey, tryna cuddle (haha)
But she don't want that, she want you to fuck her rough (fuck her rough)
Like you do a car, tune her up (ugh)
Face down, ass up, smack her on it
She want you to toot it up (toot it up)
Tellin' me how she really a fan of me (fan of me)
She listen to my shit all day (all day)
I'm like, "Where you at?" she like, "On my way" (on my way right now)
'Bout to eat the dick in the car broad day (woo)
We just fuck each other, we don't love each other
Feelings, we don't get into 'em (we don't that)
We be coolin' it, we be kickin' it (kickin' shit)
I don't know what to call what we doin' (I don't know, I don't know)
She don't know my mother (she don't know my moms)
She fuck with my brothers (she fuck with my brothers)
We just be linking up and fucking (what else?)
We keep it gutter (we keep it trill)
We fuck with no rubber (fuck with no condoms)
We be on top of covers (ugh, ugh)
She got a nigga and I got a bitch (what that mean?)
We don't tell on each other (we don't tell on each other, shh)
Nah, we ain't together, nah, we ain't a couple
Don't know what to call it (I don't know what to call it, though)
She call my phone like she my main bitch (main what?)
I don't know what to call it (I don't know what to call it, though)
Leave from with you and come pull up on me
I don't know what to call it (I don't know what to call it, though)
When we fuck, we do our own positions
I don't know what to call it (I don't know what to call this shit for real)