Lyrical Breakdown of Dome (feat. Duke) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug feat. Duke weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Dome (feat. Duke)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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I got like five million and 12 hundred thousand hoes

They drippin' all over my mother fuckin' clothes

Let's go off the dome

I can't make it home

I fucked her, I boned her

She leave an aroma

They calling my phone up

My girl like "What's going on?"

She's sucking, puttin' me in a coma

I nut on that fish on my sofa

Yaaah (ya ya ya ya)

Dickie suit, tux

Flat, hanging to the right

Put that young bitch in a bucket

Kid Cudi, fuck her all day and all night

Ok, I'm in this bitch with lil Duke, no way

You can be with me, you too, four way

Put that bitch off from my deuce, slow day

I'ma sell at least like two

Thugga Thugga what it do

Riding in the fast lane, I'ma Luda (Skrrr)

All these drugs that we abusing (drugs)

Addicting to winning, not losing

I'm in the kitchen just cooking (cook it up)

Middle finger to a bucket (fuck em)

Fuck running off, fuck nigga I took it

Diamond so wet, I might need to douche it

That means they shower, they shower me

Just like lil nigga I'll die be

Win is what my niggas can all be

Beyoncé bitch I'm a bumblebee

This the beehive you can stick on me

Jingle bells, baby you can ring on me

Let's go off the dome

I can't make it home

I fucked her, I boned her

She leave an aroma

They calling my phone up

My girl like "What's going on?"

She's sucking, puttin' me in a coma

I nut on that fish on my sofa

458 California 'Rari

I got that old money, call it Atari

Let's go off the dome, I chop by the dome

Keep a couple grams in my field pocket

Keep a pocket rocket on me

Ain't no guessing if I'm gon' pop it

Got a lot of blood homies

And guess what it ain't no stopping

Hop in the car and I'm whiling, I'm styling

I hop out it cause I'm a driver

Fuck nigga try me, no Eddie Bauer

I'ma pull up and make it rain, shower

I'ma lick it when it come to that pussy

I hop up like the Isis tower (hop up)

I would rather be a coyote than be a coward

I creep right up on them

Hit em with the AK, 7 in the morning (pew pew)

No Christmas Eve, caught him by surprise, he was still yawning

I'm running the city, you running that loner, I'm running with owners

I'm running with owners, I'm not even thinking I'm right off the dome

Let's go off the dome

I can't make it home

I fucked her I boned her

She leave an aroma

They calling my phone up

My girl like "What's going on?"

She's sucking puttin' me in a coma

I nut on that fish on my sofa