Lyrical Breakdown of Blow Sniffer - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Blow Sniffer" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dolph weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Blow Sniffer" 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 Young Dolph 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 Young Dolph's narrative.

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You know how we rockin' and rollin', man Straight like that paper Route Empire Fuck these niggas thought it was? A game or somethin'? Ha ha haha, let's do it My homie vice lord But my cousin selling four My homie vice lord But my cousin selling four My homie vice lord But my cousin selling four but me I'm that lil' nigga with The socky selling dope (yeah) My gun fully loaded like my motherfuckin 'yo You can tell I'm straight from South Memphis how I talk (South Memphis) All this damb money got me Limpin' when I walk (Woah) I keep nothin' but pimpin' when I open up my mouth (Stupid) I told shawty "close your eyes And open up your mouth" (Bitch) I fucked your bitch on the Floor in my trap house (Uh, huh) Money on the floor, weed in the air I ran outta room So I stashed Ps in the chair I would say you're selfish But I don't really care (What?) My trap stupid fresh designers All I really wear (Damn) Selling dope, fucking bitches Counting money, ducking snitches (Uh, huh) Better watch what you say on that phone My folks gon' come and get ya (yeah) Yeah, I be with all the btiches Flexing hard and taking pictures (yeah) Shawty bad, but on the low I heard That she a blow sniffer (Uh, huh) Selling dope, fucking bitches Counting money, ducking snitches Better watch what you say on that phone My folks gon' come and get ya (yeah) Yeah, I be with all the btiches Flexing hard and taking pictures (yeah) Shawty bad, but on the low I heard That she a blow sniffer (Uh huh, it's Dolph) 2: 00 AM, when I pull up at the club (Skrrt) Nina in my Truey's got the Chopper in the trunk (Grah, Paper Route Empire) We just take pictures with the bitches Passing blunts (yeah) Nigga get it wrong And we gon tear this bitch up Set smoking on the best bud (Loud) Drop a four in a litter Man that's what you call mud My cliantell love me cause I always show love (Pull up) leaving out my trap with Eighty racks all dubs (yeah) Lil' mama got her body like Her mind and a stripper (Ho) Yeah she fine as fuck But she can't hold her liquor She grabbing on my belt Buckle and beggin' me to hit her I bent her over Play for ball on quarters back And she was a sinner Selling dope, fucking bitches Counting money, ducking snitches (Uh, huh) Better watch what you say on that phone My folks gon' come and get ya (yeah) Yeah, I be with all the btiches Flexing hard and taking pictures (yeah) Shawty bad, but on the low I heard That she a blow sniffer (Uh, huh) Selling dope, fucking bitches Counting money, ducking snitches Better watch what you say on that phone My folks gon' come and get ya (yeah) Yeah, I be with all the btiches Flexing hard and taking pictures (yeah) Shawty bad, but on the low I heard That she a blow sniffer (It's Dolph)