Lyrical Breakdown of FDB (Remix) [feat. DJ Drama, French Montana, T.I. and Trinidad James] - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "FDB (Remix) [feat. DJ Drama, French Montana, T.I. and Trinidad James]" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dro weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "FDB (Remix) [feat. DJ Drama, French Montana, T.I. and Trinidad James]" 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 Dro employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Hustle Gang West Side, Bankhead,(remix) that's where I'm from Everything y'all did It been done My Tru game and my shoe game You can't touch that shit Bitch steady holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?" (FDP) Nah, fuck that bitch Fuck that bitch (fuck that bitch) Fuck that bitch Bitch steady holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?" (holla holla) (Remix) Fuck that bitch Fuck that bitch (Fuck that bitch) Bitch steady holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?" Nah, fuck that bitch Biotch! Bitch! Fuck that bitch like Too $hort My whole crew here, fuck you thought? Bumping, smoking that Newport Ho keep talking bout "fuck me" Man, fuck that bitch Ho told you she ain't fuck me Then I'll fuck that bitch Why you mad I ain't give you stacks? Why you mad I ain't call you back? I ain't buy you that, I ain't fly you back Ho ass nigga, that ain't how you act Now a bitch talking bout "fuck me" Fuck me fuck that fuck that bitch Ho keeps telling you "trust me" Hey! I don't trust that bitch Coke Boys, South Bronx, Hey! that's where I'm from That fly shit my niggas talk Hey! Never been done My shoe game is on Hammer Time, Can't touch that shit Ho keep talking bout "fuck me" (what man) Man, fuck that bitch Fuck that bitch (fuck that bitch) Fuck that bitch Bitch steady holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?" Nah, fuck that bitch Fuck that bitch (fuck that bitch) Fuck that bitch Bitch steady holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?" (holla holla) Nah, fuck that bitch I'mma go three, Stupid on the remix I'mma show you how to raise up out the fire like a phoenix I'm a Bankhead nigga, so I'm straighter than a penis If ya try the westside, I'mma nut up like semen Ice got me anemic, walking up in Neiman's And everytime I get a new broad, I get subpoenaed My baby momma mad and my girl look like a genie I got racks like Venus, wanna stack ? Red like panini, eating steaks and zucchini Wit' ya broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em like bulimic Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem Wait! Fuck that bitch Fuck that bitch Bitch steady holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?" Nah, fuck that bitch Fuck that bitch Fuck that bitch Bitch steady holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?" (holla holla) Nah, fuck that bitch I'm the yacht master, rollie iced like a hockey player Kick it like a soccer player, nigga hating like a goalie Long neck, grew ?, what your bitch got for me We been walking on the stars since midnight, homie I destroyed the pussy, hit it like a fist fight, homie My dick only know what she kiss like, homie See, the molly got a gun, you could call but she ignoring I was balls deep in it, nigga, you ain't even know it Blowing headband, strongest in the land Say you hit it safe? You ain't the only nigga, can She wanna be a freak, you wanna be a man Getting head in the Coupe, sex in the Sprinter Van Run a full court game, no one-on-one Take this dope, hit a one on one Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun I'm by myself, I brung no one Nigga, she want me like Givenchy In a presidential suite, nigga, me on three Why they call me pussy pumper, nigga, she gon' see Like she gon' see, like she gon' see Okay, Hustle Gang, nigga, only thing I wear Oh yeah, and a king of oneself And Strivers Row, you know me, ho Know where I'm from, know where I rep West Side, Bankhead, where I'm from Everything y'all did, it been done My Tru game and my shoe game (what?) You can't touch that shit A bitch that holler 'bout "fuck me?" (holler holler) Nah, fuck that bitch (I train hoes, I'm a pimp, Trinidad Jame$ clothes) Southside, ClayCo, That's where I'm from, I'm on these Red Bottoms, Rick Owens I been rocking them Jordans, I said now, Ag compound Gimme money, I'll throw it My hair luxurious, yo' show ain't growing I got a smile on my face like Dro old cover Fuck yo' bitch on the couch, no cover Fuck yo' couch, I'm Rick James brother She a super freak, she don't like no rubbers Fuck you nigga then fuck yo' cousin For some shoes and a couple hundred I thought you knew, let me teach you something She'll suck me and kiss you like it ain't nothing Ugh, that bitch cold, Nigga, now you know You hold on the pussy?(lame) I got pussy on hold I get a whole lot of pussy Nigga, after my show Red, black and white girls, yeah, they them Trinidad hoes Fuck that bitch (fuck that bitch) Fuck that bitch Bitch steady holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?" (holla holla) Nah, fuck that bitch Fuck that bitch (fuck that bitch) Fuck that bitch Bitch steady holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?" (holla holla) Nah, fuck that bitch I told you Hustle Gang on everything Tip French Trinidad Droski DJ Drama