Lyrical Breakdown of Aston Martin Truck - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Aston Martin Truck" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Roddy Ricch weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Aston Martin Truck" 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 Roddy Ricch 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 Roddy Ricch's narrative.

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Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off Scratchin' Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off Skrrt, skrrt Skrrt Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off (vroom!) Had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (clean my house) Give my momma, my daddy, and day-one niggas a key to my house (key to my house) Made 500 thousand every time you see me out (see me out, yeah, yeah) Out in public, with the grip (grip) All the fans wanna take a pic' Niggas not on my level, why you mad, I fucked your bitch? (Yeah) Had to say it 'cause you talkin' I ain't even tryna rub it in (rub it in) I'm tryna make another hundrеd million Figure out how I'm gon' bring my brothers in (yeah) Madе Marni poppin', we put Marni on our jeans (yeah, yeah) Niggas on my dick, niggas watchin' my show, tryna see my scene (yeah, yeah) I been dickin' your bitch, I been dickin' your bitch I'm the heartbreak king (I'm the heartbreak king) And you went back and bought another diamond ring (ooh) I'm about my money, I'm about my cake I'm about my cream (I'm about my cream) I keep tellin' you niggas, I'm in love with lean (in love with lean) Cross on my wrist, ayy, Elliot got me right, stop I hate my Cullinan, can't fit in a tight spot Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off (vroom!) Had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (clean my house) Give my momma, my daddy, and day-one niggas a key to my house (key to my house) Made 500 thousand every time you see me out (see me out, yeah, yeah) Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off (vroom!) Had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (clean my house) Give my momma, my daddy, and day-one niggas a key to my house (key to my house) Made 500 thousand every time you see me out (see me out, yeah, yeah) I pop my shit, she topless, these niggas ain't stoppin' shit (woo, woo) I keep a chopstick, don't see no competition (yeah) I ride in G4, she off a G6 (woo, woo-woo) Stick to the street code, can't never tell shit (no, no) I had a ten seats (yeah), ridin' in a Bentley coupe, okay She was in the Bel-Air crib, okay Hit it in the bed again, okay She was like, "Sing for me," okay She seen a hit low key, okay You wanna vent O.T., okay You wanna be a real rich bitch, okay She say she wan' live in L.A. (L.A.) So, I had to show her the city (the city) She know I'm for really, she know I ain't kiddy She know I be hangin' with killers (uh-huh) Had her hangin' with me Throwin' up Cs, lookin' like one of the members (woo, woo) I never did pay for the pussy 'Cause that was not on my agenda (no, no) Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off (vroom!) Had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (clean my house) Give my momma, my daddy, and day-one niggas a key to my house (key to my house) Made 500 thousand every time you see me out (see me out, yeah, yeah) Aston Martin truck, ride the tail off (vroom!) Had to get a new butler, four new maids to clean my house (clean my house) Give my momma, my daddy, and day-one niggas a key to my house (key to my house) Made 500 thousand every time you see me out (see me out, yeah, yeah) Yeah, he put dick in your bitch How 'bout that? That's why you're so mad (Yeah, yeah, yeah...) Did you pour champagne on her? Did you give her a little bit, or a lot of bit? (Yeah, yeah, yeah...) I like that song, but I ain't know why I liked it I really like it now (Yeah, yeah) You, bitch, you