Lyrical Breakdown of Water on Water on Water - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Water on Water on Water" 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 "Water on Water on Water" 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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Bandplay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dolph Gabbana, hah, ayy
I came outside to shit on 'em today, man, yeah
Came outside today, water on water on water, uh (Water)
However you wanna play, choppers on choppers on choppers, uh (Yoppers)
I live at the bank, commas on commas on commas, yeah (Uh)
Paper Route Frank, hundreds on hundreds on hundreds, yeah (Hey)
What's that 'round my neck?
Baguettes on baguettes on baguettes (Yeah, yeah)
Just fucked up a check, fashion on fashion on fashion (Yeah, yeah)
Mansion party, nothing but bitches on bitches on bitches (Huh, bad)
Smoking Smarties while they shaking ass and titties
(Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)
Yellow Rolls, white gold, I got on three tones
Chocolate bitch, super thick, in a camouflauge thong
All that ass, you dead wrong
Rich niggas in the building, broke niggas go home (Yeah, yeah)
Oh she just wanna have some drinks and have some fun (Yeah, yeah)
Grant, Franklin, Jackson, them my real day ones (Yeah, yeah)
Bino bought the weed, Fizzle bought the guns (Uh-huh)
Her head so good, I said, "I quit, lil' bitch, you won" (Goddamn)
I bought Eliantte diamonds for my son (Water on water)
Princess cuts when I laugh, baguettes in my charm (Hahahaha)
A hundred milli' off that rap shit then I'm done (Ayy)
I can't wait to smoke an opp and then make bond (Woo)
Came outside today, water on water on water, uh (Water)
However you wanna play, choppers on choppers on choppers, uh (Yoppers)
I live at the bank, commas on commas on commas, yeah (Uh)
Paper Route Frank, hundreds on hundreds on hundreds, yeah (Hey)
What's that 'round my neck?
Baguettes on baguettes on baguettes (Yeah, yeah)
Just fucked up a check, fashion on fashion on fashion (Yeah, yeah)
Mansion party, nothing but bitches on bitches on bitches (Huh, bad)
Smoking Smarties while they shaking ass and titties
(Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)
Yeah, yeah, she like, "Girl, there go Glock"
With them big old diamond rocks jumpin' out that Audemar, uh
Baguettes in my watch, I got backends when I talk
Bitch, I'm richer than your boss
I don't know what the fuck you thought, uh (Yeah)
I'm still that same lil' nigga
Playin' with double figures, yeah (Glizzock)
And if you play, you lay, boy
Don't end up a victim, yeah, yeah (Get shot)
Bitch, I get it, stack it, flip it, make it triple, yeah, yeah
My lil' nigga shine your head for a nickel
I get racks, that's for shizzle
Diamonds wet, river system
Smokin' thrax, me and Flippa
In the back with some bitches
No, we ain't taking pictures
They just keep on taking liquor
Yeah, gripping on my pickle
Drunk ass bitch keep tryna lick me
'Cause I-
C-came outside today, water on water on water, uh
However you wanna play, choppers on choppers on choppers, uh
I live at the bank, commas on commas on commas, yeah
Paper Route Frank, hundreds on hundreds on hundreds, yeah (Hey)
What's that 'round my neck?
Baguettes on baguettes on baguettes (Yeah, yeah)
Just fucked up a check, fashion on fashion on fashion (Yeah, yeah)
Mansion party, nothing but bitches on bitches on bitches (Huh, bad)
Smoking Smarties while they shaking ass and titties
(Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it)
Came up in my hood selling fifties like Slim Shady (Fifty)
Flood the street like Walgreens and got choppers like the Navy (Navy)
Drink lean like it's champagne so we buy it by the cases (Dirty)
Eyes bloodshot red like I been smokin' blunts with satan (Woo)
Always on the road, mansion always vacant (It's Dolph)
Bad habit of gettin' all this dough and I can't shake it (It's Dolph)
Told Big Tigger I used to sell weed out the basement (Trap)
Too many whips at the crib, ran out of parking spaces (Damn)
And I only like blue cash, I'm money racist (Franks)
I call my G-Wagon Soulja Boy, watch me crank it (Soulja)
Sixty pointer dog collar chain goin' crazy (Grr)
Too much drip, you gotta pay me (Give me that)
Came outside today, water on water on water, uh