Lyrical Breakdown of Both Ways - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Both Ways" 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 "Both Ways" 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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Yeah, yeah (bitch)
It's Dolph (it's Dolph)
Uh (whoa), uh (whoa), uh (whoa), uh (whoa)
Uh (whoa), uh (whoa), uh (whoa), uh (whoa)
Uh (whoa), uh (whoa), uh (whoa), uh (whoa)
Pull up in some' fast, pockets full of cash (racks)
I can't drive that car if it don't got 200 on the dash
I pull up on lil' mama, smoke a blunt and drop some swag (swag)
Another presidential Rollie, I had to drop a bag
Mom-momma told me 'fore I cross the street, "Look both ways"
Got this short bad bitch that love foreplay (yeah)
She can roll up weed and she go both ways (yeah)
She told her friend to join and she said, "Okay" (uh-huh)
Trap nigga livin' luxury
Don't got no time for none of the fuckery
Why I keep on fuckin' up and miscounting
She talk too much, I had to put that bitch out
I'm rocking Timbs you probably never seen before
I stopped drinking syrup and started drinkin' Mo (raw)
My engine in the motherfuckin' trunk
My trunk in the motherfuckin' front
Gelato in my motherfuckin' blunt (strong)
Doing what I wanna 'cause I got what they want
One hand on the wheel, one hand on her thigh
She wanna fuck me bad, I can see it her eyes, yeah
Pull up in some' fast, pockets full of cash (racks)
I can't drive that car if it don't got 200 on the dash
I pull up on lil' mama, smoke a blunt and drop some swag (swag)
Another presidential Rollie, I had to drop a bag
Mom-momma told me 'fore I cross the street, "Look both ways"
Got this short bad bitch that love foreplay (yeah)
She can roll up weed and she go both ways (yeah)
She told her friend to join and she said, "Okay" (uh-huh)
She told her friend to join in
I-I-I said, "Aw shit! I'm goin' in"
I had my way with these bitches, I don't lay with these bitches
I don't chase none these bitches, I just skate on these bitches
Lil' mama so thick that she can't hide it
If it don't cost a hundred or more, then I can't drive it
The way I killed that pussy, she say that's domestic violence
My sneakers match the car, that's what you call style (swag)
While they steady hate the money still pilin' (add it up)
All this dedication got me a lot of guap (a lot of guap)
They say, "Never say never", but I never stop
I pull up and pull out droppin' swag in that drop
Pull up in some' fast, pockets full of cash (racks)
I can't drive that car if it don't got 200 on the dash
I pull up on lil' mama, smoke a blunt and drop some swag (swag)
Another presidential Rollie, I had to drop a bag
Mom-momma told me 'fore I cross the street, "Look both ways"
Got this short bad bitch that love foreplay (yeah)
She can roll up weed and she go both ways (yeah)
She told her friend to join and she said, "Okay" (uh-huh)