Lyrical Breakdown of Top 5 (Original Version) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Top 5 (Original Version)" 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 "Top 5 (Original Version)" 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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Yeah, uh, yeah Remedy up a check, I used have nothin' She gon' come and suck me 'til I'm numb Good brain like she student of the month She say that that money make her cum Ooh, she drop dead gorgeous Crop top Porsches, drop top Forgis Tryna dodge police, top five gorgeous Icebox stonies, yeah I got it on me, mmh Yeah from rags to riches, met the baddest bitches Say they best friends and I had 'em kissin', I like nasty women We got perkies if you want that, she on that If she bad you know I want that, but I can't raw that, mmh (no) Don't assume that I'm your boo, mmh Baby lose the attitude, mmh I refuse to be a fool, mmh (ayy) Thought we was cool, what's up with you, mmh (uh-uh) Yeah you a hottie, but I know you thottie, mmh (I do) Might throw a party, but you not invited, mmh (your crew) Look at my army, swear it look like Follies, mmh (they too lit) That thang poppin', swear it's like hydrolics, mmh (Kap G) Remedy up a check, I used have nothin' She gon' come and suck me 'til I'm numb Good brain like she student of the month She say that that money make her cum Ooh, she drop dead gorgeous Crop top Porsches, drop top Forgis Tryna dodge police, top five gorgeous Icebox stonies, yeah I got it on me, mmh Walk down on it, yeah, yeah Nigga think he got me, that's a dead homie, yeah Pop out with that thirty, hold on, uh, fuck a fed homie I be on it early, hold on, hey, I got bread homie Why my cup so dirty, yeah, I go 730, yeah Fuckin' on his thot, man come get this bitch, come hurry, yeah I be on the block posted up with that lil thirty, ooh Ice all on my watch, yeah my right wrist so damn blurry, ooh, ooh Run that check up, it's a derby, ooh, yeah Bentley coupe, yeah, cost a birdie, yeah, yeah Forgiato, no no you can't curve me, uh, yeah Beatin' up that pack, give it no mercy Remedy up a check, I used have nothin' She gon' come and suck me 'til I'm numb Good brain like she student of the month She say that that money make her cum Ooh, she drop dead gorgeous Crop top Porsches, drop top Forgis Tryna dodge police, top five gorgeous Icebox stonies, yeah I got it on me, mmh