Lyrical Breakdown of Woah - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Woah" 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 "Woah" 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, yeah (One Way Mafia)
(Sosa808 got this bitch knockin', nigga, ayy) woo
VS's that different, they hit a lil' harder, just look at the clarity (woah, woah)
Them bitches be stealin', but got some good pussy, them hoes some savages (woah, woah)
I fucked her one time and never answered the phone again, I know she mad at me (woah, woah)
I put baguettes in the Cartier watch, and it came from the factory (woah, woah)
Jumped out the Wraith with the stars, the freshest nigga in the whole galaxy (woah, woah)
In high school, I had more money than everybody includin' the faculty (woah, woah)
The money so dirty, but the way we stack it up, it's so immaculate (woah, woah)
Got a new chopper, I can't wait to use it, burn a nigga like calories, woah, woah (woah, woah)
She like Chanel, she like Celine, she holdin' dope, so she on the team
He can't talk right now, he on the beam, digital scales, money machines
Makin' shit happen, I ain't got time to dream
I'm too busy makin' shit happen, I ain't got time to dream (uh-uh)
She want my heart, but I don't even know if I got one (damn)
I ain't ran into another nigga like me yet, not one (nah)
Too many chains on my neck, and it's too many bitches that's all on my jock (yeah)
I got a lil' bitch in the projects, I go every now and then, just to get top (yeah)
I front her lil' brother, he went to school with me, back in the day at Corry Middle (yeah)
Back when they used to call me Hillo, ran from the school police and through the pistol
I buy her Chanel, I buy her Celine, they raidin' her spot, she didn't say a thing
The AR-15 came with a beam, the paperwork came with this ring (certified, woo)
VS's that different, they hit a lil' harder, just look at the clarity (woah, woah)
Them bitches be stealin', but got some good pussy, them hoes some savages (woah, woah)
I fucked her one time and never answered the phone again, I know she mad at me (woah, woah)
I put baguettes in the Cartier watch, and it came from the factory (woah, woah)
Jumped out the Wraith with the stars, the freshest nigga in the whole galaxy (woah, woah)
In high school, I had more money than everybody includin' the faculty (woah, woah)
The money so dirty, but the way we stack it up, it's so immaculate (woah, woah)
Got a new chopper, I can't wait to use it, burn a nigga like calories, woah, woah (woah, woah)