Lyrical Breakdown of Out The Bowl - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Out The Bowl" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 21 Savage weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Out The Bowl" 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 21 Savage 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 21 Savage's narrative.
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(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
(Hello, fire)
Ayy, uh, hello (woo, woo, woo, woo)
(Come on, Benny, man)
Ayy, uh, ayy, okay (hello, hello, hello, hello, hello)
Shit, ayy, uh okay
When she give me head she gon' use both hands
Hey! hey!
And ya know, hey, hey
I'm the man, hey
Oh I'm in the club and I'm doing the stale face, okay
Hey, why ya mad?
I'm just waiting to get, ooh, ooh check please
Hey, I need my check please!
Try to check me, you gon need a check please!
And the fuckin Glock become designer okay
Niggas rockin' Glocks like that shit designer! okay
Okay, if I pull mine I'ma fuckin design ya!
Okay, leave you chopped up like some fuckin' lasagna
Okay keep the piece, I've been tryna keep the peace
You can clear the fuckin' streets that's why I'm tryna keep the peace
Ayy, I got a money recipe that work for more than me, ayy
They can't work for you, hey, uh you can work for me, ayy
She love me 'cause I get it out the bowl (she love me 'cause I get it out the bowl)
I'm a real nigga rockin' real gold
(I'm a real nigga rockin' real gold, hey, I'm just tryna get her out them clothes)
But little do she know (but little do she know)
I'm just tryna get her out them clothes
(I'm just tryna get her out them clothes)
She love me 'cause I get it out the bowl
(She love me 'cause I get it out the bowl)
I'm a real nigga rockin' real gold
(Real nigga rockin' real gold, I'm just tryna get her out them clothes)
But little do she know (but little do she know, uh)
I'm just tryna get her out them clothes
(I'm just tryna get her out them motherfuckin')
Bitch, hold up
Twenty bands in my hands
I'ma make these bitches do the Macarena (make these bitches dance, ayy)
(Woo, woo, woo)
I'm a real street nigga (21)
I'll be damned if I pay you for a feature (21, 21, 21, bitch)
Mamacita (what? Mamacita)
I wanna meet ya (I wanna meet ya, what?)
Smokin' reefer (gas, gas)
I keep my heater (I keep my heater, buh-buh-buh)
I met her in the club, I knew she was a cheater (cheatin' bitch)
I can fuck you, baby girl, but I can't keep you (I can't keep you)
Yeah, I'm a liar, I'm a dog, she a silly bitch (she a silly bitch, what?)
She always call my phone with that silly shit (huh, what? 21, 21, 21, with that silly shit)
You ain't talkin' money, hang the phone up (what? phone up)
You ain't talkin money, nigga, hold up (what? hold up)
You ain't talkin money, nigga, grow up (what? what?)
Got it out the bowl with the cola (with the cola, okay)
She love me 'cause I get it out the bowl
(She love me 'cause I get it out the bowl)
I'm a real nigga rockin' real gold
(I'm a real nigga rockin' real gold, hey, I'm just tryna get her out them clothes)
But little do she know (but little do she know)
I'm just tryna get her out them clothes
(I'm just tryna get her out them clothes)
She love me 'cause I get it out the bowl
(She love me 'cause I get it out the bowl)
I'm a real nigga rockin' real gold
(Real nigga rockin' real gold, I'm just tryna get her out them clothes)
But little do she know (but little do she know, uh)
I'm just tryna get her out them clothes
(I'm just tryna get her out them motherfuckin')
Bitch, hold up