Lyrical Breakdown of BEACH BALL (feat. BIA) (Slowed & Reverb) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "BEACH BALL (feat. BIA) (Slowed & Reverb)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Busta Rhymes weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "BEACH BALL (feat. BIA) (Slowed & Reverb)" 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 Busta Rhymes 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 Busta Rhymes's narrative.
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Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (Talk)
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (Hitmaka)
Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks (Yeah)
Bitch, ride the boat like it's a seesaw
Check your bags and your pussy, girl, 'fore you depart (Huh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Dolce & Gabbana, spoil him in Neiman Marcus (Uh)
Bitch, pull the top down, why you keep coughin'? (Brrt)
Put her in the ocean, bet she suck a beach ball (Uh)
Hoes movin' up and down, seesaw (Talk)
Give me backshots, now it's back to DR (Yeah)
Fly you out to PR, can't put you in no Dior (Yeah)
Look into my eyes, you could tell I want a D-boy (Yeah)
Poppin' wheelies on the dick, he thinkin' I'm from B-More (Talk)
We should've been friends, but I know you wanna be more (Huh)
Touched my first M, niggas know I gotta see more (Yeah)
Seen that nigga in my ends and you know I had to detour (Yeah)
Flew in first class just to sit up by the seashore (Shit)
You can't fuck me in no G4
Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (Busta)
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (B-O, B-O, what?)
Look, see, I inflated the plot
Ever since the day a crack sells, I upgraded the block, nigga (What?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Louis and that Gucci make her bug in Bergdorf and (What?)
Drag me to a dressing room and give me top until she coughin'
Waterfallin', suckin' on these beach balls (What?)
And all these bitches walkin' 'round me
Talkin' 'bout, "I miss y'all" (Talk)
Never kiss 'em, but I always hit 'em back to DR (Yeah)
Shorty, yes, I see y'all, who the fuck you thinkin' we are? (Bitch)
Think you 'bout to come up, see them thoughts you better ignore (Yeah)
Fuck you think you foolin'? Tryna come off like a sweetheart (Yeah)
Think we more than homies, you's a motherfuckin'— (Huh)
Fuck these records up in ways you never seen it before (Bitch)
Bustin' everybody ass on records when I record 'em (Yeah)
Light shinin', nigga lookin' at me like he see God (Huh)
Aha, you see, you ain't get shit when we started
Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (Talk)
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (What?)
Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks (Yeah)
Bitch, ride the boat like it's a seesaw
Check your bags and your pussy, girl, 'fore you depart (Huh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Louis and that Gucci make her bug in Bergdorf and (What?)
Drag me to a dressing room and give me top until she coughin' (Huh)
Waterfallin', suckin' on these beach balls
And all these bitches walkin' 'round me
Talkin' 'bout, "I miss y'all" (Talk)
Give me backshots, now it's back to DR