Lyrical Breakdown of Molly - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Molly" 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 "Molly" 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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On a bean, picked up my Bentley keys
Ya'll stay lacking and I put her on a bean
Molly with that lean, rollin' through the streets
Bitch I do my thing, bitch I do my thing
On a bean, picked up my Bentley keys
Ya'll stay lacking and I put her on a bean
Molly with that lean, rollin' through the streets
Molly with that lean, bitch I do my thing
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Molly with that lean rollin' through the streets
Man I do my thing, boy I stay clean
Boy you know I'm packing, ya'll boys playin'
Pull up in that Porsche, like what you really sayin
Do this every day, day do this all the time, time
Man I'm on my hustle, Man I'm on my grind
In a big time, say I'm in a big leash
Oh no, on the stage and you in the VIP
Oh man I'm in the streets, man I'm in your fuckin'girl
Take her to the crib, molly world, molly world
With that lean, with that lean, with that smoke, with the smoke
I'm on a yacht, I'm on a boat
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With that lean, lean
With that lean, molly with that lean
Molly with that lean, with that lean
With that lean, molly with that lean
Molly with that lean
On a bean, strugglin' out the club
Stumbling looking for my keys, keys
Hopped inside the Porsche swerving oh I'm on freeze
Rolex on my wrist, hold it up if you paid
It's Rolex gang, gang
That's what I claim, I pull up 20 racks in my pocket
Water runnin' with the lean like a faucet
I'm gettin' money and you niggas can't stop it, can't stop it
You can't stop it, can't stop it
Say I'm a king, I'm a king
All the girls in the club say I'm clean, say I'm clean
I wake up in the morning do my thing, do my thing
And your girlfriend right here, she on a bean, she on a bean, she on a bean
Molly with the lean, with the lean
Molly with the lean, with the lean
Molly with the lean, molly with the lean
Molly with the lean, molly with the lean