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