Lyrical Breakdown of Wuda Cuda Shuda (Feat. Lil Boosie) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wuda Cuda Shuda (Feat. Lil Boosie)" 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 "Wuda Cuda Shuda (Feat. Lil Boosie)" 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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You a wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ole' wuda cuda shuda ass nigga I woulda went there with y'all, I woulda got me a rental I coulda stunt in the club, I could fuck every ho in the building I shoulda got me a plaque, I should get me more attention No, you should shut the fuck up, and leave all the bitchin' to bitches (Wuda cuda shuda ass nigga, ole' wuda cuda) (Wuda cuda shulda ass nigga, ole', ole, ole') She in stilettos she walkin' all pigeon toed Really though, when it come to gettin' dough If you listen to me I'm so underground You have to sit on the floor Ow, I just thought I'd seen a spaceship Right, Right past my airline Everybody know I dumps that White girl like Kevin Federline Don't pay me no nevermind These niggas is buggin', pesticide I count money in my spare time Just paid a hundred dollars for a hairline Label talkin' bout what they woulda did Bet they hustle me and you could be a winner Girl you eat more pussy than me? Girl you shoulda been a nigga Pockets swellin' up like Lymph nodes Been a go-getter from the get go Always talkin' bout what you was finna do Damn broad thought that you were finna get dough You a wuda cuda shuda ass hater Wanna be a man so bad homie They ain't wanna see me get free If you could you would have caught the stand on me If I would have syour hand, I would have been your boy Now you extra hot since I dun hit your broad Now you talk a nine, boss spark a nine You prolly would shoot somethin' if you had some heart That Bentley come from exotic rentals Gotta go back Sunday, so you flat broke Monday Probably could go spend 200 on somethin' If you was gettin' Boosie money You in King of Diamonds throwin' counterfeit You might as well gon' pussy pop on the stage All these rappers lyin' on records O-M-G Hip-Hop-Hooray! And you probably woulda been up in my video But that was 'fore I went in Ain't even write me no letter You a wuda shuda cuda ass friend, busta!