Lyrical Breakdown of Hashtag - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hashtag" 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 "Hashtag" 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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It's over wit' for 'em
(Sosa808)
Lil' boy business over there
Paper Route business over here
Ha, yeah
Bad bitch, bougie and she ratchet (yeah, yeah)
Somethin' like a pimp, just like my daddy (ya)
Smokin' weed and shoppin' sprees, my bad habit (ya)
Dior the bucket hat and Cartier the glasses (uh-huh)
Every day, I come out fresh as fuck, hashtag (for real though)
Got more artillery in South Memphis than in Baghdad (for real though)
Yeah, I do the most, that's why you mad, mad (yeah, yeah)
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I been goin' crazy, crazy, been tellin' me slow down lately (slow down)
On the E-way doin' one-eighty, and still can't believe I made it (yeah)
Whatever I want, I take it (yeah)
Invited your bitch to dinner, then called her back, told her that I can't make it (sorry)
But she gon' still pull up and fuck me crazy 'cause that's my baby (yeah)
But last night she was just textin' me talkin' 'bout she hate me (what?)
Machine guns all around my house, I grew up on Dick Tracy (ugh)
P's of strong just to roll up, I smoke like I'm Jamaican (what's that?)
VS1 rocks in my ears and they all in my bracelet (whew)
My lil' boy wear Rolex, my daughter wear a diamond anklet
Havinthisshit.com (for real though)
Havin' paper don't feel like nothin' when your dawgs don't got none
That shit, that's what I got on (uh-uh)
Bad bitch, bougie and she ratchet (yeah, yeah)
Somethin' like a pimp, just like my daddy (ya)
Smokin' weed and shoppin' sprees, my bad habit (ya)
Dior the bucket hat and Cartier the glasses (uh-huh)
Every day, I come out fresh as fuck, hashtag (for real though)
Got more artillery in South Memphis than in Baghdad (for real though)
Yeah, I do the most, that's why you mad, mad (yeah, yeah)
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags (yeah, yeah)
Oh, you mad, mad? (Damn)
You sit up, gossip 'bout other niggas, you sad, sad (damn)
I took her away from a buster now she glad, glad
She met a real nigga, now she just wanna smash, smash
Ayy, every time she see me, yeah, she cut up (go crazy)
Diamonds on me hittin', kickin', bitin', they like what up? (Stupid)
"Am I trippin'? Look Dolph, you still ain't signed a deal", Shit, what for?
Say you can find another nigga like me, baby, good luck, ha (uh)
Blue diamonds, blue Chevelle, pull up bumpin' my shit
Blue racks, blue Chanel, Dolph, you such a stylist
Drinkin' on the dirty and still smokin' on the loudest
I'm my daddy's son, so I know that nigga the proudest
Bad bitch, bougie and she ratchet (yeah, yeah)
Somethin' like a pimp, just like my daddy (ya)
Smokin' weed and shoppin' sprees, my bad habit (ya)
Dior the bucket hat and Cartier the glasses (uh-huh)
Every day, I come out fresh as fuck, hashtag (for real though)
Got more artillery in South Memphis than in Baghdad (for real though)
Yeah, I do the most, that's why you mad, mad (yeah, yeah)
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags (yeah, yeah)
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags
M's on top of M's, I'm gettin' bags, bags