Lyrical Breakdown of Summo - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Summo" 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 "Summo" 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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Shakin' that shit, man
(Let the BandPlay)
Damn, nigga go home, live life brazy, man, I swear I'm on some more shit
Nah, you ain't seen this one yet, I pulled up in some more shit (damn)
Uh-uh, you ain't smokin' this, I'm smokin' on some more shit (damn)
All I think about is guap, I be on some more shit (damn)
Didn't go home last night, baby mama, swear I'm on some more shit (damn)
Spent a million yesterday, bruh, I be on some more shit (be on some more shit)
(The fuck you on, bruh?)
Is it just me or do all of these niggas be on ho shit? (Be on ho shit)
(Damn, dawg, it was just me, bruh)
Okay, somebody told me real niggas go through the most shit
Tryna change my evil ways, so I can be here for my kids
I keep buyin' all these watches, I'ma need another wrist
Can you please go tell these lil' rappers to get up off my dick?
Millionaire, I don't care, still ride around with that stick
I learned how to shoot a pistol, then learned how to drive a stick
Bugs Bunny with this shit, I put carats on my bitch
Toilet bowl full of codeine when I piss, ah
Nah, you ain't seen this one yet, I pulled up in some more shit (damn)
Uh-uh, you ain't smokin' this, I'm smokin' on some more shit (damn)
All I think about is guap, I be on some more shit (damn)
Didn't go home last night, baby mama, swear I'm on some more shit
Baby mama, baby mama (damn), I'm sick of that shit (sick of that shit)
Quit pourin' out my syrup, I ain't feelin' that shit (I quit that shit)
Knowin' damn well that I got plenty of that shit (I quit that shit)
I ain't come home last night, was out handlin' business and shit
Ayy, told you when I met you I got everythin' but time (for real though)
You said that you understand, that's why I made you mine (for real though)
You asked me what all do I like to do? I said, "Grind" (uh)
You said what else I like to do? I said, "Shit, grind" (it's Dolph)
Me and them lil' niggas don't mix, we not the same kind (it's Dolph)
I remember bein' dirty, so I just like to shine (it's Dolph)
Fuck it, put blue diamonds in it (blue rocks), it's mine, so I spent it (hey)
Ferrari limo tinted (for real), might be my shooter in it
Nah, you ain't seen this one yet, I pulled up in some more shit (damn)
Uh-uh, you ain't smokin' this, I'm smokin' on some more shit (damn)
All I think about is guap, I be on some more shit (damn)
Didn't go home last night, baby mama, swear I'm on some more shit (damn)