Lyrical Breakdown of How Could - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "How Could" 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 "How Could" 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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(Zaytoven)
Uh-huh
Real nigga shit
Ayy, light that weed up, bruh
Give me some rubber bands
What's poppin', lil' mama?
How could a bitch so bad pussy be so good? (So good)
How could a million-dollar nigga be so hood? (It's Dolph)
All that ass she got, that's why she walk like that, yeah
All this cash I got, that's why I talk like that
Balmain and Margielas what I'm rocking (ayy, ayy)
Two hundred in my skinnies, you know how I'm rockin' (racks)
She signed for it and called and told me that she got 'em
That's my trap bitch, she just want some red bottoms, uh
Bought a Rolls-Royce just to smoke kush in it (damn)
This carbine one-five got a hundred bullets in it
She bad and she paid (yeah)
That's my kind of bitch (what up?)
These niggas counterfeit (they fake)
My old-school sick (stupid)
My bitch too thick (woo)
Your bitch look like a motherfuckin' toothpick
I just poured up a four and poured some out for Pimp (R.I.P. Pimp C)
I took this South Memphis shit and I went worldwide (hey)
I smashed her for thirty minutes, then told her open wide (take that)
If you 'bout paper, then let's get it, 'cause so am I
Multi-million-dollar nigga smokin' blunts on the block
Remember we ain't have shit, but grandma, she did her best
From the projects to private jets, pickin' up check after check
Wanna know what a hundred thou' look like? Just look at my neck (woo)
I'm drillin' your bitch from the back and still got on my Rolex (uh)
In the club passin' bitches out bottles of Moët
How could a bitch so bad pussy be so good? (So good)
How could a million-dollar nigga be so hood? (It's Dolph)
All that ass she got, that's why she walk like that, yeah
All this cash I got, that's why I talk like that
Balmain and Margielas what I'm rocking (ayy, ayy)
Two hundred in my skinnies, you know how I'm rockin' (racks)
She signed for it and called and told me that she got 'em
That's my trap bitch, she just want some red bottoms, uh
Skinny nigga, big bank
My auntie walked up in my spot and she said, "Boy, this shit stank" (damn)
I got pills, I got drank
Called your bitch up and got laid
Called the plug up and got paid
Got a four hundred thousand dollar coupe parked outside in valet
I got a hundred dollar taper fade
I pour lean in my lemonade
Ain't no tellin' what a nigga might do (uh-huh)
Get too close to me, then my lil' niggas might shoot (Paper Route Business)
Lil' nigga stay fly like I went to flight school
I'm livin' the life, I'm livin' the life full (life full), ayy
This is my life, this is my life, ooh (life, ooh)
Twenty-five hundred for a pair of tennis shoes
My bitch went shoppin', bought me a chopper and some Jimmy Choo
How could a bitch so bad pussy be so good? (So good)
How could a million-dollar nigga be so hood? (It's Dolph)
All that ass she got, that's why she walk like that, yeah
All this cash I got, that's why I talk like that
Balmain and Margielas what I'm rocking (ayy, ayy)
Two hundred in my skinnies, you know how I'm rockin' (racks)
She signed for it and called and told me that she got 'em
That's my trap bitch, she just want some red bottoms, uh