Lyrical Breakdown of Big Tipper (feat. Lil Keed) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Big Tipper (feat. Lil Keed)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Big Tipper (feat. Lil Keed)" 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 Thug 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 Thug's narrative.

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Southside on the track, yeah 808 Mafia Hey I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy) Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh 'em up on the scale (Ayy) Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (Hey) All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (Let's go) Kicked out the hotel, we smoking gas, who else, nigga? Flooded belt buckle like a wrestler, yes, nigga Better not try to tell me what you seen a nigga doin' She not fuckin' with me, then her life is probably ruined We can leave America and we can make a movie Every single diamond on me dancing like a movie Make lil' mama nut inside her pants just like a movie Abracadaba, tight pussy, need a toothpick Throw away the fives and some of the dimes And then I got twenties and up I come with the vibes and some of the guys And I got a flooded Patek I peep how you slide, I peep how you ride And now they goin' off with your head They know the reward's a hundred racks So they gon' do all that they can Don't tell me you ridin' if you not gon' ride We don't got no time for that playin' We don't come disguised we gangsters for life My nigga, we showin' our hands I had turned the vibe, my lil' wife, she'll never be single again They hate and throw rice, we richer for life I used to serve ice, yikes (Hey) Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper King spiller, bitch, king dripper King killer, King, Godzilla Fuck her every week, still ain't seen me, Marshmello King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba Black truck pull up on you just like Uber Okay, I fuck her every night and she still ain't seen my eyes, ayy I don't know the vibes so I introduce the ice My lil' shawty hit a lick out a bando (Yeah) Shawty came through 'bout tall as a man, whoa (Aw, yeah) She won't come to you, ask, yes, you can go (Hey) I got hitters on 175th, Chicago (Let's play) Man, the feds done got my M's up, I'm gon' on She got hit by the whole gang, her pussy jumped on (Woo) Baby, tell me what you prayin' for (Uh) That shit cap 'cause I'm the real McCoy (Yeah) White diamonds on me, bitch, I'm pale I got a baddie, fine, out of Israel I keep like twenty pints of Actavis double sealed I keep some Dubai shit on deck when I'm on chill, hey I can tiptoe in her pussy like a Loub, Chanel (Ayy) Harriet Tubman twenties, weigh 'em up on the scale (Ayy) Hair down to her ass, caught her like Odell (Hey) All my hoes get Rollie Pollies, mines up on the shelf (Let's go) Yeah, I throw them racks on the blade My baby, she mad, want me stay out of there, yeah I drip this shit with Lil Gotit We matching the shoes, the belt, yeah Niggas, they know I'm the topic They takin' they shot like the ref, yeah Soon as you think you gon' try me They leaving you dead in your step Ridin' 'round like the army, we trippin' cars like Kyrie My hoe want a Percocet, she pop more than you and me Man, that pussy too wet, I don't care if she don't wanna top me And state your number, I don't care if you don't call me I want big racks, (Let's go) I'm up early morning These niggas big cat (Pussy), yeah, they tellin' on you Yeah, the Hellcat roll up, Keed be ridin' on 'em Wanna beef, I pay the cash, I ain't got time for you, no cap, no cap Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper King spiller, bitch, king dripper King killer, King, Godzilla Fuck her every week, still ain't seen me, Marshmello King Kuba, King Tut, Kuba Black truck pull up on you just like Uber 'Kay, I fuck her every night and she still ain't seen my eyes, ayy I don't know the vibes so I introduce the ice Big tipper, Big, Big Dipper King spiller, bitch, king dripper King killer, King, Godzilla