Lyrical Breakdown of Og Gas - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Soulja Boy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Og Gas" 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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"Og Gas"
(feat. Rich the Kid)
2015 Porsche panamera
30 pounds of og gas bags
Riding in that rari, yea my pants sag
In a briefcase yeah that's a hundred bands
All I need is og gas, all i need is og gas
In a trap spot I got og gas, og gas, og gas
Money bag, I'm getting guap
I done got a 2015 off the lot
Bruh, See me pulled up in a new drop
Bruh, see me in the kitchen whipping in the pot
100k, solid gold AP
30 thousand, Rolex diamonds 3d
Diamonds that dancing
Trap out the mansion
I pull up in Phantom
I know that the Fed's that be watching, they snapping my bitch, they on camera's
2015 Porsche panamera
30 pounds of og gas bags
Riding in that rari, yea my pants sag
In a briefcase yeah that's a hundred bands
All I need is og gas, all i need is og gas
In a trap spot I got og gas, og gas, og gas
Money bag, they already know
Foreign whips with my cribs
That's marble floors
More money, more problems
Sitting in a mansion and I'm watching shottas
White Bentley, white diamonds with the gold bottles
In that foreign whip going
Full throttle
Turned the traphouse to millions of dollars
Christian Louboutins and Balenciaga's s
2015 Porsche panamera
30 pounds of og gas bags
Riding in that rari, yea my pants sag
In a briefcase yeah that's a hundred bands
All I need is og gas, all i need is og gas
In a trap spot I got og gas, og gas, og gas
Go crazy in the coupe that's 2015. Soulja he sipping on pints of the lean
I got the pounds. Your bitch in the kitchen, she busting em down
Came up, I was trapping out the mailbox
How the fuck you buy a rollie, but it tick tock?
Audemar, 50 thousand for the wrist watch
I got real deal gas, come in big blocks
Hundred bands ain't shit to a rich nigga
In a rarri and I still got your bitch with me
Smashing your ho, I pass her to Flippa
I got the gas like a swisher
100 thou on the MCM bag
On the lean and I hope I don't crash
Trapping and wrapping, I'm moving the gas
Young Nigga, I live fire the cash
2015 Porsche panamera
30 pounds of og gas bags
Riding in that rari, yea my pants sag
In a briefcase yeah that's a hundred bands
All I need is og gas, all i need is og gas
In a trap spot I got og gas, og gas, og gas