Lyrical Breakdown of Crib in My Closet - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Crib in My Closet" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 2 Chainz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Crib in My Closet" 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 2 Chainz employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Money machine at the bank, I just made me a deposit
Fucked that bitch right on the sink
Is it the pussy or is it the faucet?
I just left the hotel, never let ho in mi casa
All this designer shit it's like a crib in my closet
I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet
Man, all this fuckin' gear it's like a crib in my closet
My Nike shoebox filled with rubber bands
That mean my Nike shoebox is my ATM
Fuck it, I said it, I'm winning, downsouth MC Ren
I might buy some Timbs, or peanut butter MCM
Raised down the street from a crack house
Pull her hair weave 'til the track out
Treat the rap game like a trap game
Tryna make a yellow ho tap out
I got Dolce, I ain't even worn yet, codeine ain't even po' yet
I could spend millions of dollars, and still won't even be poor yet
Yeah, I'm a motherfucking poet, riding now, motherfucker Ol'Nat
A nigga wearing a Versace shirt, man that's a motherfucking throwback
I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet
All designer shit, I got a crib in my closet
I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet
Man, all designer shit, I got a crib
All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib
All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib
All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib in my closet man
All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch
Since rappin' turn to fashion, I don't know what happen
Or mishappens, matching turned to swagging
He exposed the world to trappin'
Picture posin' tactics
Hold this that click click, finna' blow this backwards
Money, hoes and fabrics
Scrolling past like "fuck yo photo caption"
If ye ain't got it then you bragging, that's automatic
I see no need for me to Tweet, these bitches know my status
I'm the shit, all designer shit, got all kinds of shit
Got Prada around from 1999 and shit, bet you won't find the shit
I'm on my Anna shit, that's Wintour
It's dressed like it's Met Ball
I'm in Vogue, this winter, the runway, no insta
Got a crib in my closet, Spanish chick in my casa
So much space in my closet, fit your crib in my closet
I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet
All designer shit, I got a crib in my closet
I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet
Man, all designer shit, I got a crib
All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib
All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib
All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib in my closet man
All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch
I got more sneakers than niggas, over 4000 pairs
Most all white like the Rhode Island mayor
Got a crib in my closet, hustle every day, nigga
If you work with them people, I'm unavailable, nigga
You smell like pork in a Mecca, Lord be my protector
Second row at the fight, bitch get on my level
Larry Merchant my nigga, I got Holyfield money
Finger your girl at Coachella, gotta roll in that for me
You should see me in Lennox, I shop 'til I drop
Spent so much on the watch, had a seizure and shock
Wake up and ball, watch how I walk
Money all on my mind, call 'em lucrative thoughts
I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet
All designer shit, I got a crib in my closet
I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet
Man, all designer shit, I got a crib
All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib
All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib
All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib in my closet man
All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch