Lyrical Breakdown of Hellcat - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hellcat" 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 "Hellcat" 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.
- 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 Soulja Boy's narrative.
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Soulja
Yo man y'all already know
Y'all already know man
Slide in the Porsche, pull up the trap and I get off
[?] on me n*gga, don't think about that
Run up on gang, you know you get clapped
I slide to the trap and then I run up the rack
Pull up, skert in the Hellcat
Hundred bands on me, got to count that
Run around city, with the loud pack
Slide in the Porsche, pull up the trap and I get off
A on me n*gga, don't think about that
Run up on gang, you know you get clapped
I slide to the trap and then I run up the rack
Pull up, skert in the Hellcat
Hundred bands on me, got to count that
Run around city, with the loud pack
Run around city, with the loud pack
Hundred racks on me n*gga, had to count that
I hop out the Range Rover, it was matte black
Hundred fifty thousand, when the n*gga made the transact
Run up on me I put one in your head
Definite uh, one in the head
[?], arm and a leg
Pus*y ass n*gga you heard what I said
Pus*y ass n*gga you that I trap
[?] we makin' sh*t happen
I feel like we at my show, n*ggas start clappin'
Rollin that set, no tackling
On the private jet, young n*gga travelin'
On to that bed, make her do magic trick
Hop out the coop, I got another whip
I got another b*tch, I'm on some other sh*t
Slide in the Porsche, pull up the trap and I get off
A on me n*gga, don't think about that
Run up on gang, you know you get clapped
I slide to the trap and then I run up the rack
Pull up, skert in the Hellcat
Hundred bands on me, got to count that
Run around city, with the loud pack
Slide in the Porsche, pull up the trap and I get off
A on me n*gga, don't think about that
Run up on gang, you know you get clapped
I slide to the trap and then I run up the rack
Pull up, skert in the Hellcat
Hundred bands on me, got to count that
Run around city, with the loud pack
Hundred fifty bands, yo where the couch at
Skert in the Hellcat, twenty pounds of loud pack
[?] yellow bone, b*tch on Snapchat
Good with the plug, fifty bricks off that
[?] my feet, I put it together
Young n*gga rich, I trap any weather
Stand in that kitchen, like I'm makin' dinner
Do not come to my trap, lil n*gga don't ever
Back in the day I was ridin' no spinners
But [?] I'm trappin' like, n*gga and [?]
I be whippin' that [?], [?]
I push to the block and I know you remember
How VV my chain, It look like [?]
Whatever they say, you know my young n*gga gon' get them
How to talk dealers, you know that they hate you
Slide in the Porsche, pull up the trap and I get off
A on me n*gga, don't think about that
Run up on gang, you know you get clapped
I slide to the trap and then I run up the rack
Pull up, skert in the Hellcat
Hundred bands on me, got to count that
Run around city, with the loud pack