Lyrical Breakdown of Pulled Up (feat. 2 Chainz) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pulled Up (feat. 2 Chainz)" 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 "Pulled Up (feat. 2 Chainz)" 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 don't get mad, I just get paid Smelling like a pound, walking in the bank I been smoking weed, before the 5th grade This a man's world, bitch stay in your place Shitting on your favorite rapper, did it by mistake Went and got a mansion, went and got a maid Naw I ain't got a deal, but I got a Wraith I call my clientele, I'm sorry for the wait All these pounds in my trap house, feel like I'm out of shape These bitches love me man, I'm drinking muddy man Drop a four in a ginger ale, it tastes like bubbly man Young nigga hit a lick now you can't tell me nothing man Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith I saw my old bitch yesterday, you should've seen her face Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith I saw my old bitch yesterday, you should've seen her face Pulled up in a Porsche, that bitch too anemic Got that Rolls Royce, that bitch too conceited Then I got them feet, had to get a pedi Bought Keisha the Audi, you other niggas petty Bet you ain't got more money than harmony in heaven Flat black Chevy, flat black MAC 11 I'm rolling up by the pound, you rolling up by the seven Walk in the room with the black and white fur, that bitch that look like a panda I put the slang in the gram, I just might loan you a Phan I do this shit for Atlanta, shoot that bitch up with a cannon All that I want is some Act, whip that shit up with a Fanta Niggas don't know how to act, when I pull up bitches pull out the cameras Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith I saw my old bitch yesterday, you should've seen her face Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith I saw my old bitch yesterday, you should've seen her face