Lyrical Breakdown of Don't Tell Nobody - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Don't Tell Nobody" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Playboi Carti weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Don't Tell Nobody" 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 Playboi Carti 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 Playboi Carti's narrative.

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DJ Lil Keem, what up? Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah) What the fuck these niggas got to say to me now? I don't give a fuck I'ma keep countin', nigga (ooh, ooh, ooh, Carti) Keep countin', do all this shit all day, nigga You can hear my jewelry in the motherfuckin' mic Balenciagas (Balenciagas) I can't fuck with nobody (Number (N)ine jeans, bitch) Balenciagas, anybody (nobody) Dollars (uh), uh Who that is? (Uh, Carti) Plug Plug plug, where you at? Plu-plu-plug! (DJ Lil Keem, what up?) Ooh, pipe up, yeah Ooh, pipe up, pipe up, uh Hoodrich Balenciagas, I don't fuck with nobody (fuck with nobody) I be in the field ready to pop on anybody (pop on anybody) I just wanna bag that, bag that bitch I met at Follies (I met at Follies) In a foreign drop top movin' with a thotty Movin' with a thotty tryna fuck me for my clouty (clouty) Movin' with a thotty tryna fuck me for my clouty (clouty) Bring that ho upstairs, bring that ho upstairs (ho upstairs) I brought that ho to the trap but please don't tell nobody (please, don't tell nobody) Ho, don't tell nobody (ho, don't tell nobody) Ho, don't tell nobody (ho, don't tell nobody) Bitch, don't tell nobody (don't tell nobody) Bitch, don't tell nobody (bitch, don't tell nobody) I brought that ho to the trap but please don't tell nobody (please, don't tell nobody) Ho, don't tell nobody (tell nobody) Bitch, don't tell nobody, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy I say fuck the robbin' for this rap shit (rap shit) Now I'm in LA fuckin' on a model bitch (model, model) Runnin' with the same gang I been runnin' with (gang) Designin' and trappin', baby, I'm so addicted Been on the block, been movin' with it (block, block, block) We motivated, motivated, our boys love to kick it I spent a show on these shoes, boy, I love to kick it I pay attention, don't pay attention, I'm payin' fuckin' attention Number (N)ine, fuck the Trues, I'm so fuckin' different I hang with shooters and killers that just got out of prison Pipe up, pipe up, I got hella bitches, pipe up Buyin' flights just to see a nigga, yeah-yeah Balenciagas, I don't fuck with nobody (fuck with nobody) I be in the field ready to pop on anybody (pop on anybody) I just wanna bag that, bag that bitch I met at Follies (I met at Follies) In a foreign drop top movin' with a thotty Movin' with a thotty tryna fuck me for my clouty (clouty) Movin' with a thotty tryna fuck me for my clouty (clouty) Bring that ho upstairs, bring that ho upstairs (ho upstairs) I brought that ho to the trap but please don't tell nobody (please, don't tell nobody) Ho, don't tell nobody (ho, don't tell nobody) Ho, don't tell nobody (ho, don't tell nobody) Bitch, don't tell nobody (don't tell nobody) Bitch, don't tell nobody (bitch, don't tell nobody) I brought that ho to the trap but please don't tell nobody (please, don't tell nobody) Ho, don't tell nobody (tell nobody) Bitch, don't tell nobody, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (Hoodrich, bitch) Bitch, don't tell nobody Bitch, don't tell nobody, baby, oh, don't tell nobody When I pull up in your hood, boy, don't tell nobody When I pull up in that Range, bitch, don't tell nobody I got to do it for my boys, they gon' shoot anybody They shoot anybody, aim straight first at anybody I'm off the Percs, I'm off the Xans, I don't feel anybody Cash Carti, money bags, boy, anybody, yeah, yeah, yeah Hoodrich Keem Plug, plug Plu-plug!