Lyrical Breakdown of Minnesota (Remix) [feat. Lil Yachty, Quavo & Skippa Da Flippa] - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Minnesota (Remix) [feat. Lil Yachty, Quavo & Skippa Da Flippa]" 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 "Minnesota (Remix) [feat. Lil Yachty, Quavo & Skippa Da Flippa]" 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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You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota
Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
Cause it get cold like Minnesota, ridin' 'round on boulders
Money sittin' up, it sits way above your shoulders
I was eatin' pork and rinds with a bitch from New York Times
I don't eat no pork and rinds but that bitch was mighty fine
I got gold all on my necklace, tatted up my arms
Now my mama think I'm reckless, got guns under my mattress
I was juggin since a youngin', free my older cousin Reesey
He from Hamilton not D.C, I rock N.Bs like I'm Gleetchie
Flip phone banging off the walls, Gucci on my drawers
Why the fuck you in these streets if you scared of them four walls?
I was strokin' on your sister, she was callin' me her mister
She suck dick for a picture, it's Lil Yachty nice to meet you
I was juggin' off them stacks, countin' up them racks
Almost had a lifetime sentence, but I beat it, shout out to Pat!
Pat, that's my lawyer, he got me off them chargers
8 stacks for that boy, he took care of the boy
Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota
Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota
You need to stay up out the streets if you can't take the heat
When they said Lil Yachty hot, I'm like that's him or me?
Wrist like Minnesota, trapping Coca-Cola
Catching plays, Anquan Boldin
Jugg out the hot box, know that it's stolen
Large sizes, all type of narcotics
Woah, got a bankroll in that big body
I love my Motorola, I love my Motorola
I love my Motorola, I love my Motorola
Fuck 12 they can't pull me over
Smoking on gas and that odor
Cook it up then flip it over
You must've forgot it, we 'bout it like soldiers
It's cold but I got my shirt off
Trap niggas can't fall off
Big sack of molly, golf ball
Big sack of molly, golf ball
I trap in Minnesota like a viking
Flood out the Sky-Dweller, it got good lighting
We made the dab and all of y'all biting
Two thick white bitches, both of 'em dykes
I make a 50 before his acre
I was in the streets but I ain't have no cable
Me and Lil Yachty touch down at the safe house
Skippa Da Flippa, I will bring the rice out
Cold like Minnesota, racks on fall I told ya
I iced out my Rollie, then did the same damn thing for my brodies
All a nigga trap spot beating like a pulse
I could put the heat inside the kitchen like a baller
I could fill your bitch head up like a lawyer
Ain't know, never no sign posts
Beat machine, beat machine
I'm cooking bean on jelly beans
No need to smell it, all is clean
That money talking, Charlie Sheen
I'm riding Ubers with the toolie
I got more diamonds than your jeweler
I make her come back like I'm Yu-Gi
If you ain't know it now you knew it
I aim at her head like a sniper rifle
She can't be my bitch if she dyking dyking
I bought her a ring but no wifey wifey
She slurp on that dick and I like it, like it
No candy she Mike and Ike it
No Nike, she know I do it
I eat that bitch like a hockey pocket
No Nike, she know I do it
Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota
Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat
Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota