Lyrical Breakdown of Double Cup - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Double Cup" 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Ha, double cup my styrofoam 'Cause you know I like my lean cold on ice Thinkin' 'bout you late inside my room 'Cause you know I didn't forget about your stone cold eyes Home, three inside the mornin' And she blowin' up my phone, tellin' me she want me 'Member the first time I leaned off lean-lean-lean-lean Know I make sure that she never want for anything Her conscience still gon' make the phone ring-ring-ring Might block her from my line, that's gon' make her pull up on me, come wait down Huh, I don't know what's goin' on, but know that Patek could be brown, huh I could switch the band up, no, don't make me flash out Lure you out that room, now sit your ass down You gon' stop that bad-mouth Know it smell and I'm straight layin' 'round Clingin' from brain down, grab her, push her brain down Now you know I'ma leave a stain 'round, them fuck-niggas gon' get banged down Hold me down, told you, "You know I'd never lead you wrong" They don't fuck with me, you know that I don't need 'em 'round Ha, double cup my styrofoam 'Cause you know I like my lean cold on ice Thinkin' 'bout you late inside my room 'Cause you know I didn't forget about your stone cold eyes Ha, you How you been lovin' that dude? How you love that nigga, you been schooled Hate it when you sit at work and I do this Play with my lean, remember I fixed up then I screwed a bitch Know I love you deep, but say, not more than this, I say that's a lot They'll ride around deep inside of a Honda Civic, with pounds in the ride (yeah) In Dallas and Houston, PT, gotta get it, I'm buyin' it out every time Whatever we do, gotta make sure we get it, and you know they gon' hate on our grind To the top, I'ma climb, try to follow up, a hundred gon' fall I fuck up and I buy out the mall I fuck up and it end in her drawers Tote that gun like Rambo, that's a log When I pull that bitch out they gon' pause I be drinkin' so much that I'm clogged Gon' be drinkin' all the way to moon, I landed on mars Ha, double cup my styrofoam 'Cause you know I like my lean cold on ice Thinkin' 'bout you late inside my room 'Cause you know I didn't forget about your stone cold eyes