Lyrical Breakdown of Large Amounts - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Large Amounts" 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 "Large Amounts" 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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Ayy, yo, BandPlay (Let the BandPlay) I don't mean no harm but I been showin' my ass lately (damn) Large amounts daily (damn), I been goin' crazy (damn) I been dancin' with the devil, God, can you save me? (Please) Every dope boy dream to ride in a brand new Mercedes (uh) Bad bitch say I'm her favorite (yeah, yeah) Drippin' in the latest (drippin', drippin') Bitch, say I'm contagious (hey, hey!) I don't believe none these niggas Don't see none these niggas, these niggas be cap (super cap) I got a confession to make (what?) I sold my soul to the trap (yeah, yeah) Sold my soul to the trap, got my money and took it back I show all my niggas love, if I don't know you then you get taxed If I didn't grow up with you then I can't serve you, you might be a rat (damn) Came through the door with them racks (racks) We got the straps in through the back (hey) Came in the door with this shit (yeah, yeah) Long money, lil' nigga, I'm thinkin' 'bout ownin' shit (Racks, racks) Sold all them bricks in your raps but you was broke and shit (ayy, cut that shit out) Yeah, I just spent 25 thousand just on the coat and shit Ayy, blind to the bullshit, call me Ray (Ray Charles) My location is the bank, that's where I stay (yeah, yeah) Hardest worker in show business, call me James (James Brown) Set my old-school on some Forgis and blew out their brains (uh) I don't mean no harm but I been showin' my ass lately (damn) Large amounts daily (damn), I been goin' crazy (damn) I been dancin' with the devil, God, can you save me? (Please) Every dope boy dream to ride in a brand new Mercedes (uh) Bad bitch say I'm her favorite (yeah, yeah) Drippin' in the latest (drippin', drippin') Bitch say I'm contagious (hey, hey) I don't believe none these niggas Don't see none these niggas, these niggas be cap (super cap) I got a confession to make (what?) I sold my soul to the trap (yeah, yeah) Yeah, I had to do what I had to do (ayy) I had to move when I had to move (ayy) I come from shit so I can't lose (for real, for real, though) Got-got-got-got, got a pocket full of Blue's Clues (woo) Bad bitches, I got bukus (woo) Don't get in this coupe with them shoes (ayy, take 'em off) Get money, forever my mood (woo) They watchin', they study my moves (yeah) Nigga, I don't play by the rules (yeah) Shinin' heart, check out the jewels (woo) I put on the baguettes today (woo) Picked up a bag yesterday (woo) I do my thang with the weight (ha) Under the floor, got a safe (hey) Money, money, money, money, money, money, money I could never ever ever let a bitch run me I'm in the Ferrari eatin' hot wings from Crumpy's Park Avenue and Orange Mound on a Monday I don't mean no harm but I been showin' my ass lately (damn) Large amounts daily (damn), I been goin' crazy (damn) I been dancin' with the devil, God, can you save me? (Please) Every dope boy dream to ride in a brand new Mercedes (uh) Bad bitch say I'm her favorite (yeah, yeah) Drippin' in the latest (drippin', drippin') Bitch say I'm contagious (hey, hey!) I don't believe none these niggas Don't see none these niggas, these niggas be cap (super cap) I got a confession to make (what?) I sold my soul to the trap (yeah, yeah)