Lyrical Breakdown of Tatted - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tatted" 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 "Tatted" 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)
Skinny jeans, you can see these racks on me (Racks on me)
Fucked her, then she got my name tatted on her (That's my bitch)
Go and get it, then I put my tax on it (Dope boy)
You don't know me
If you never got a pack from me (Ay, who is you?)
Touched a M before I touched some rap money (Damn)
Took your bitch shopping with my trap money (Damn)
Breaking bread with my niggas
That's that Shaq money (My niggas n 'em)
Fucked her, then she got my name tatted on her (Dolph)
Fucked her one time (What happened?)
Then she tat' my name on it, talking bout' its mine (Damn)
She fall in love fast, I fell in love with cash (Yeah)
I power boned her in the bed like I'm Steve Nash (Uh)
Flexing on the bitch like Harkomania (What's poppin')
Gelato got me feeling like I'm on angel dust (Yeah yeah)
Turn my neighborhood to Los Angeles (Uh huh)
We was fucked up, now money ain't a thing to us (Whoo)
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, I make up the rules (Fuck you)
I can tell you lame because you smoke Gorilla Glue (What?)
Told lil' mama bring that pussy back like DJ Clue
Money make me move (Go get it)
Skinny jeans, you can see these racks on me (Racks on me)
Fucked her, then she got my name tatted on her (That's my bitch)
Go and get it, then I put my tax on it (Dope boy)
You don't know me
If you never got a pack from me (Ay, who is you?)
Touched a M before I touched some rap money (Damn)
Took your bitch shopping with my trap money (Damn)
Breaking bread with my niggas
That's that Shaq money (My niggas n 'em)
Fucked her, then she got my name tatted on her (Dolph)
I don't make excuses (For what?)
I just make it happen, (Hustler)
I did what you haven't (Yeah)
Rich nigga status (Yeah)
Bitch nigga hater (Fuck nigga)
I smash her then I pass her like a hot potato (Gone)
I put my life on the line about that paper (For real though)
I'm like Bishop and my jawn is where I keep a razor (Juice)
Sitting on acres never seen the neighbors (Damn)
Had a weed and lean hangover in Las Vegas (What?)
She like taking shots of Hen' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Told her I wanna fuck your friend (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pushed up on her in the Benz (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Flexing like I'm Sycho Sid (Hey)
Skinny jeans, you can see these racks on me (Racks on me)
Fucked her, then she got my name tatted on her (That's my bitch)
Go and get it, then I put my tax on it (Dope boy)
You don't know me
If you never got a pack from me (Ay, who is you?)
Touched a M before I touched some rap money (Damn)
Took your bitch shopping with my trap money (Damn)
Breaking bread with my niggas
That's that Shaq money (My niggas n 'em)
Fucked her, then she got my name tatted on her (Dolph)