Lyrical Breakdown of High Fashion (feat. Mustard) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Roddy Ricch feat. Mustard weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "High Fashion (feat. Mustard)" 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 feat. Mustard employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Mustard on the beat, hoe Shawty made that ass clap, she don't need no applause High fashion, like Goyard G-Wagon or the Rover? I put some ice on you 'cause you got a cold heart I know I gotta keep my shawty on go, go, go Drop that ass to the floor-floor, yeah Ah-ah, woah You ain't gotta deal with none of these niggas no more If we hop in the Benz is that okay? Is it okay if I call you my Prada bae? I ain't no player, I just got a lot of baes But let me tell you, I like you a lot, bae I wanna start at the top and the bottom, bae Know you want the shoe with the red on the bottom, bae You know I like when you ride at the top, bae She want Chane'-ne', Dio'-o' I'm only doin' cash, I don't need promo I pull up to the high rise, I'm in the four-four Inside cocoa If I got a feeling, I keep it inside my heart And I keep a Patek, too, 'cause I don't do facades You see my diamonds even when I'm in the dark And since you got it, it make you go and do anything you want to Shawty made that ass clap, she don't need no applause High fashion like Goyard (Like Goyard) G-Wagon or the Rover? (Skrrt) I put some ice on you 'cause you got a cold heart (Ooh-ooh) I know I gotta keep my shawty on go, go, go (Shawty on go, go, yeah) Drop that ass to the floor-floor, yeah Ah-ah, woah You ain't gotta deal with none of these niggas no more If we hop in the Benz is that okay? Is it okay if I call you my Prada bae? I ain't no player, I just got a lot of baes But let me tell you, I like you a lot, bae I wanna start at the top and the bottom, bae Know you want the shoe with the red on the bottom, bae You know I like when you ride at the top, bae If I hit it from the back, she gon' hit the sidewalk If she got a best friend with her, take her back to my loft Got her five in the mornin', wildin', wildin' And her name ain't Megan but she a stallion, stallion Better keep my hoes divided, 'member I was pullin' up in the valley And you know I take her soul when she ridin' Sweater and her sneakers are Kenzo Shawty know to drop it low like a limbo Every time we kick it like Timbo, woah, woah, woah Shawty made that ass clap, she don't need no applause I put some ice on you 'cause you got a cold heart (Ooh-ooh) I know I gotta keep my shawty on go, go, go (Yeah) Drop that ass to the floor-floor, yeah Shawty made that ass clap, she don't need no applause High fashion, like Goyard G-Wagon or the Rover? I put some ice on you 'cause you got a cold heart I know I gotta keep my shawty on go, go, go Drop that ass to the floor-floor, yeah Ah-ah, woah You ain't gotta deal with none of these niggas no more If we hop in the Benz is that okay? Is it okay if I call you my Prada bae? I ain't no player, I just got a lot of baes But let me tell you, I like you a lot, bae I wanna start at the top and the bottom, bae Know you want the shoe with the red on the bottom, bae You know I like when you ride at the top, bae