Lyrical Breakdown of Gelato - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gelato" 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 "Gelato" 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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I got gelato in the air
I got money everywhere
This bitch blowing up my cell'
Broke her heart and I don't care
I got pretty bitches walking 'round in their underwear
Bales of kush that's all I sell
I fuck bitches by the pair
They say he ain't playing fair
That boy that be fresh as hell
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn't do none' but stare
I got gelato in the air
I got pistols everywhere
They say God don't like hate
I might send that boy to hell
Smoking on some shit that you can't get inside my 'rari
With a Barbie, yeah he young, and he rich and retarded
Sitting at the house and that just turned into a party
Got some bitches and some molly want a beef and I don't squash it
Old rapper from the other side of town was hating so I fucked his baby mama now he sick, ya dig
In the club standing on top of shit and smoking gelato
Pouring up activis giving bitches gold bottles
Got a lot of scales, a lot of work
Lot of chains on, no shirt
I've been counting too much paper it got my hands hurtin'
I'm in the backseat laughing at the haters close the curtains
I got gelato in the air
I got money everywhere
This bitch blowing up my cell'
Broke her heart and I don't care
I got pretty bitches walking 'round in their underwear
Bells of kush that's all I sell
I fuck bitches by the pair
They say he ain't playing fair
That boy that be fresh as hell
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn't do none' but stare
I got gelato in the air
I got pistols everywhere
They say God don't like hate
I might send that boy to hell
I just left the bank, I do what you can't
I just drunk a paint, you should be ashamed
Your bitch gave me brain, in the turning lane
Heard you got a hit on me homie I hope they've got a good aim
I got on six chains, three big diamond rings
Trap nigga with a hundred mill later I'll still be the same
All I do is smoke weed, I'm covered up with double G's
The same room sold a hundred P's and had a threesome at the double G
I got gelato in the air
I got money everywhere
This bitch blowing up my cell'
Broke her heart and I don't care
I got pretty bitches walking 'round in their underwear
Bells of kush that's all I sell
I fuck bitches by the pair
They say he ain't playing fair
That boy that be fresh as hell
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn't do none' but stare
I got gelato in the air
I got pistols everywhere
They say God don't like hate
I might send that boy to hell