Lyrical Breakdown of Gold Bricks - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gold Bricks" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Soulja Boy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gold Bricks" 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 Soulja Boy employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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1 mill fo deal
Gold Bricks Yeahh
You better say that. See me in the club, you already
Know we don't play that. {Gold}
Gold Bricks {Bricks}
Gold Bricks {Bricks}
Gold Bricks. You already know. {Know}
You better say that. {You better say that}
See me in the club, naw nigga we don't play that. {We don't play that}
Gold Bricks {Bricks}
Gold Bricks {Bricks}
Gold Bricks {yeah}
If it ain't one thing, it's another. Riding in that bugatti, that shit
Is nuthin. Lil Dre, a.k.a Gold Everything. Watch a muthafuckin face
Come up off the game
Lil Dre I splash {God}
Ready for the action. You know I'm on that gold
Seven on that platnuim. What's the fuckin word. What's the word
Dawg
And word around town, I'm a splash tho
Cashed up, you better say that
See me in the trap, little nigga we don't play that
Mix the zan with the lean. Mix the perp with them beams
Got Damn, I fell out a dream
And I'm racked up forreal. And I got a gold grill
And I got 37 mill
Fuck how a nigga feel. I'm a keep the shit trill
Man I swear I'm too real. {oh}
You better say that
See me in the bentley 2012 I don't play that
Knowin where I stay that. Somewhere by the ocean
And I'm smoked out. 3rd eye open
Cashed up money nigga know that it's a homicide
Disrespect my game. Bitch that's suicide. {yeah}
And I'm riding and my pockets on stupid loud. {yeah}
And it's going up. {Up}
And it's going down. {Down}
You better say that. {Yeah}
You better say that. {Oh}
Gold Bricks {Gold Bricks}
Gold Bricks {Bricks}
Gold Bricks {Bricks.} Yeah
You already know. And niggas still on that sucka shit
I'm a come through in another whip. {ok}
I'm iced out, you already know
Young nigga came to steal the show. {oh}
You better say that. See me in the trap
Lil'Nigga we don't play that
Long ass chopper on my side, I'd spray that
Hit the club, V.I.P, spend about 8 racks
You already know. Looking at my neck, everything gold
Homie want his bitch, but the ho chose
It don't really matter, you already know. {yeah}
You better say that
See me in the vip. Lil'Nigga we don't play that. {oh}
Long chopper, might spray that
Bitch! Get Back
Bitch stay back
Fuck what you heard, it's ocean gang. {oh }
Gold Bricks {Bricks}
Gold Bricks {Bricks}
Gold Bricks {Gold Bricks}
Gold Bricks