Lyrical Breakdown of Netflix - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Netflix" 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 "Netflix" 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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Yeah, uh-huh... I smoked a blunt for dinner, another blunt for breakfast 2 Chainz, got 'em staring at my necklace Let's make a sex tape and put it on Netflix (word) Let's make a sex tape and put it on Netflix She got it, I want it, I want it, she got it (got it) I'm dodging paparazzi, my outfit from Versace (AOOOWW) Copy, copy, all these niggas just copy (copy) I just bought me a new watch and these new niggas just watchin' (tell em) I know you had the time of your life I know you had the time of your life You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty I'll be countin' this shit all night I know you had the time of your life I know you had the time of your life You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty I'll be countin' this shit all night When I die, bury me inside the liquor store Cause when I die, Fergie still gon' be gettin' dough (ohh) You do what you can, I do what you can't You smoke that Bobby B-B-Brown, we on that Shabba Ranks I got it, you want it, you want it, I got it My girls go shopping, that ain't a mall, that's my closet So copy (copy), copy, all these bitches just copy Honor student wit' double Ds, that ain't the bra, that's my ta-tas I know you had the time of your life I know you had the time of your life You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty I'll be countin' this shit all night I know you had the time of your life I know you had the time of your life You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty I'll be countin' this shit all night {*coughs*} Yeah... {*coughs more*} YEAH. I'm gettin' to the monies, with an apostrophe (yeah) Fucked her on a pile of clothes now she a closet freak (tell em) Yeah I bear arms, I got something up my sleeve (BOW) And when she wit' me, she don't wanna leave (no) She just wanna freak (she do), she don't wanna sleep Put it in her mouth (mouth) now she don't wanna speak (Tru) Yeah I'm at the club, I got strippers at my table I call doin' the 69 a favor for a favor From the cradle to the grave (uh), shoot a nigga from his ankle to his waist, you can tell that I'm paid Cause I'm high-class, fucked a bitch in her eyelashes (WOO), we in a jet, who gon' fly past us? Tint all on my eyeglasses, I don't see ya hater (yeah) And bitch I don't get dropped, bitch I drop the label Goddamn!