Lyrical Breakdown of PMR - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "PMR" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how A Boogie wit da Hoodie weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "PMR" 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 A Boogie wit da Hoodie 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 A Boogie wit da Hoodie's narrative.
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Ayy, yeah
So, where I'm from, we get money, or get pussy
That's it, hahaha
Bust that shit wide open
I bust that pussy wide open, huh
I'm in the coupe, it's wide open, huh
Diamonds, they wet, super soakin', huh
I left my lean bottle open, huh
I left my pill bottle open, huh
She want the dick, leave it open, huh
I make a mill' in the mornin', huh
It get bloody where I step
She like takin' Percocets (yeah)
I like fuckin' on the jet, yeah
Skeeted on her then I left, yeah
Fuckin' bitches I just met, yeah
Pussy, money, and respect, yeah
Pussy, money, and respect, yeah
I beat that pussy to death
Mason Margiela and Gucci, huh
I put that pussy in Louis, huh
I got a stick, Call of Duty, huh
Deadass, I'm killin' that booty, huh
She pop a pill, do a roofie, huh
Tony Montana in movies, huh
We havin' sex, make a movie, huh
I turned on that heater, I told her I need it, yeah
I fucked on her friend, it's no longer a secret, yeah
I know she a eater, I know she a demon, yeah
She told me her secrets, no longer a secret, uh
I bust that pussy wide open, huh
I'm in the coupe, it's wide open, huh
Diamonds, they wet, super soakin', huh
I left my lean bottle open, huh
I left my pill bottle open, huh
She want the dick, leave it open, huh
I make a mill' in the mornin', huh
It get bloody where I step
She like takin' Percocets (yeah)
I like fuckin' on the jet, yeah
Skeeted on her then I left, yeah
Fuckin' bitches I just met, yeah
Pussy, money, and respect, yeah
Pussy, money, and respect, yeah
I beat that pussy to death