Lyrical Breakdown of Yeezy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Yeezy" 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 "Yeezy" 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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I picked lil' momma up and put some weed in the air
Now I'm smashin' from the back and pull her weave out her hair
I had her on the bed from the couch to the trap
Then I had to tell her 'bye, bitch I got dope to go sell'
Bitches love me but they know I'm a player
Every day I take chances and say my prayers
I never had a advance check over here
These rocks on me, nigga ice water clear
She too thick I told lil' momma to come over here
She so thick she make a thong disappear
I put karats on my wrist, naked ears
The way she suck it I said 'girl, you can't be serious'
She the best at it, she a sex addict
MAC-11's, AK's and TEC's in the addict
I got bad habits that's what got me livin' lavish
So I can't complain uh bitch you know my name
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon' ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin' with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin' with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin' with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin' with my new bitch
Pulled up on my old hoe flexin' with my new boo
Dues, dues in the club in my Gucci boot
Gettin' a back massage while I'm eatin' fruit
I just had a menage with my favourite two
I pull these rappers cards for fun, that's what I do
I'm in a mansion with my son playin' peek-a-boo
Boy you don't take care of your kids so how I real is you
But you out here payin' these hoes, boy you pitiful
My old bitch jealous on my new thang
I just did a show and went bought a new chain
I just threw your advance up at Blue Flame
She a bitch but she lonely cause you too lame
All she wanna do is ride with a nigga
Pour my drank up and get high with nigga
She say she gon' ride or die with a nigga
I put ice on her and let her shine with a nigga
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin' with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin' with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin' with my new bitch
I pulled up on my old hoe flexin' with my new bitch