Lyrical Breakdown of Dresser (Lil Boy) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dresser (Lil Boy)" 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 "Dresser (Lil Boy)" 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.
• 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 2 Chainz's narrative.

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.454, I pull up on niggas, I tell 'em lets get it Benjamin Franklin, niggas know that I keep it 100 Got me a new clip for my .223 and that bitch hold a hundred I'm still in the hood, I got me a check and I don't want no Nike's Bitches, they suckin', and fuckin', they do everything except bite it I can go slow like an old man, I can go fast like I got nitrous Spent 20 racks for my brother's appeal and I ain't talkin' no Vicodin Over 1 mil in this room, bitch, I kinda sound like a Pisces Lil bitch you know I'm the bomb and 2 Chainz the light, no lightnin' Wow, these bitches excited, me and Thugger, we 'bout to start up a riot I ain't got no pussy all week, I'm on that "bitch, suck my dick" diet Monica, come home to me, yea come home to me my dear Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Teresea, I'm tired of lookin' bae, I'm into you, your rear Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Make a little money, leave a little on the dresser Ain't nothin' special man, I sold it all yester' Pull in Phipps Plaza in a motherfuckin' Tesla Ain't no pressure when you got a little extra Put them beams on your face, have 'em lookin' like freckles Dammit man, I do not know Tar but I'm having Zans My bitch pussy wet like it's wetting rain This bitch clap on me while I clap at mans, woah Got Balenciaga's I ain't even wore yet Half a pound of gas I ain't smoke yet Traphouse filled up with Ziploc Used to give my living room super big lots In a strip club with some flip-flops Thought it's the time, baby it's not Got a lotta windows on my crib, nigga Bout to put that motherfucker in a tint shop PART 2: Lil Boy Who killed little boy, who killed little boy? Rat infested hallways, no escape, no escape From misery, no way out from that hell I'm bout to give these niggas what they ask for I used to have to argue with my land lord Yea, my nickname is Tity Boi Bitch gotta have at least a handful All my cribs came with a damn pool Used to stash work in my camel Young 6'5" with the handle If you don't watch Atlanta then you need to turn the channel See I pull up in this bitch in a Phantom Front grill looking like it's dancin' (it is) Put some stacks on your head little boy (lil boy) Yeah they 'bout to call you the grandson (lil boy) Pussy nigga gonna need a tampon (lil boy) Put rifle bullets in a handgun (lil boy) Keep a bankroll on me, nigga By the time I eat some bacon I got bands on All my cars I done put rims on 'em I done touched down, no end zone All that bitch do is run her mouth, nigga On the right but that bitch got a Sprint phone Man she got about 100 acres Enough yard for me to put a couple Benz's on And I just pop me a perc I might fuck that bitch with my Timbs on (Truuuuuu)