Lyrical Breakdown of Trappa - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Trappa" 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 "Trappa" 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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Yeah
This shit right here for trappers only
Bad bitches only
Haha
It's Dolph
Hey, hey!
I can't deny it, I'm a straight trapper
You should come and fuck with me (ayy, fuck with your boy)
I got them whole thangs goin' for the cheap (come get you one)
And I keep a bad bitch on her knees (ayy)
I can't deny it, I love the way she ride it
But I like her better on her knees
All this motherfuckin' ice on me (racks, racks)
The only thing I love is my drank and weed
I've been gettin' money, ain't been gettin' no sleep
I've been playin' with paper, I let y'all play with them freaks
I'm in Magic City with ones piled up under my feet (damn)
Ten foreigns outside, bitch, I feel like Big Meech (dope boy)
Ask about me where I'm from, I keep some shit up my sleeve (it's Dolph)
Bitch, I had a hundred G's before I had an ID (yeah)
Nothin' but real niggas and thick pretty bitches around me (whoa)
Me and my boys don't play that, hah
Ridin' back seat of the Maybach (whoa)
Me and Benjamin Franklin go way back (ayy)
I know you ain't real because you say
You real too many motherfuckin' times (haha)
I know you his, baby girl, I know you his, but tonight, you mine (hah)
Kidnapped your bitch for the day and turned it into Valentine's
My fuckin' wrist so iced out, I can't tell the time (woo)
I can't deny it, I'm a straight trapper
You should come and fuck with me (ayy, fuck with your boy)
I got them whole thangs goin' for the cheap (come get you one)
And I keep a bad bitch on her knees (ayy)
I can't deny it, I love the way she ride it
But I like her better on her knees
All this motherfuckin' ice on me (racks, racks)
The only thing I love is my drank and weed (uh-huh)
She love when I pull her hair and hit it from the back (yeah)
I said, "Is it me or is that booty gettin' fat?" (damn)
This blunt that I just rolled up look like a baseball bat (whoa)
Who is this lil' nigga stylist? Man, check out his swag (swag)
I went to my plug house, I didn't go to class (uh-uh)
Gave my principal 30 thousand dollars just to pass (it's Dolph)
Young nigga with the bags
Give a junkie a hundred just to go take out the trash (ayy, take that out)
Give a bitch a thousand just to shut the fuck up (shut the fuck up)
Rolls-Royce sittin' up like a monster truck (ayy)
Dolph runnin' shit, you can be the runner-up (hah)
Put a hundred and fifty K on my wrist
I put Dolce and Gabbana on my bitch, uh
I can't deny it, I'm a straight trapper
You should come and fuck with me (ayy, fuck with your boy)
I got them whole thangs goin' for the cheap (come get you one)
And I keep a bad bitch on her knees (ayy)
I can't deny it, I love the way she ride it
But I like her better on her knees
All this motherfuckin' ice on me (racks, racks)
The only thing I love is my drank and weed