Lyrical Breakdown of Out The Bowl (Feat. Key!) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Out The Bowl (Feat. Key!)" 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 (Feat. Key!)" 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.
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Hello!
Just in case y'all niggas didn't know
We the man round here nigga!
One time, lil lavish nigga
(Hoodrich Bitch!)
When she give me head she gon' use both hands
Hey! Hey!
And ya know, hey, hey
Im the man, hey
Oh im in the club and im doing the stale face, ok
Hey, why ya mad?
Im just here to get the check please
Hey, I need my check please!
Try to check me, you gon need a check please!
And the fuckin Glock become designer
Niggas rockin' Glocks like that shit designer!
Ok, if I pull mine ima fuckin design ya!
Ok, leave you chopped up like some fuckin' lasagna
Ok, keep the piece, i've been tryna keep the peace
You can clear the fuckin' streets that's why im tryna keep the peace
Ay, I got a money recipe [?]
Ay, they can't work for you, hell, you can work for me
She love me cause I get it out the bowl
Ima real nigga rockin' real gold
But little do she know
I'm just tryna get her out them clothes
Bitch!
20 bands in my hands ima make these bitches do the Macarena
Ay, ima real street nigga, I be damned if I pay you for a feature!
(21! 21!)
Mamacita! I wanna meet ya!
Smokin' reefer (gas! gas!), I keep my heater
I met her in the club, I knew she was a cheater (cheating bitch)
I can fuck you baby girl but I can't keep you
Yeah, Ima liar, Ima dog, she a silly bitch
She always call my phone with that silly shit!
You ain't talkin money? hang the phone up (what?)
You ain't talkin money nigga? hold up (what?)
You ain't talkin money nigga? pour up (w-what?)
Got it out the bowl with the cola