Lyrical Breakdown of Fkin Problems (feat. J-Doe & 2 Chainz) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fkin Problems (feat. J-Doe & 2 Chainz)" 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 "Fkin Problems (feat. J-Doe & 2 Chainz)" 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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I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin' problem I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem If finding somebody real is your fuckin' problem Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it What they sayin', though? Talk to me, boo Tell me what you and your bitches really wanna do We just met, and I like to fuck, in case she never knew Beat up the pussy on the balcony – better view Go ahead and suck that dick - but never chew No need to leave your girls out, you can bring 'em too Ass bouncin' on a nigga like a kangaroo From One Oak to Greenhouse on Avenue Fuck 'em 'til they in a coma and they got a clue Smellin' the pussy aroma, what you tryin' to prove? Massive-ass orgy in the fountain, blue Still spendin' money from my deal with Mountain Dew I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem Especially when I got a lot of fuckin' options Bid on the baddest bitches like a fuckin' auction I need a new endorsement from a fuckin' condom Yeah, fuckin' bad bitches is my fuckin' problem I don't know one fly nigga who ain't fuckin' got it Same issue that I'm havin' which is fuckin' awesome Why this fuckin' problem even considered a fuckin' problem? Yeah I'm fuckin' bad bitches from LA to Boston New York City, Kansas City, all the way to Austin Texas, one look at my necklace, she hop on my checklist Fuck her and her best friend And my flow is infectious, I should be arrested I'm young and I'm reckless, you must have a death wish If you try to go against me, nigga I'll put you and your career under six feet, nigga I see no contender unless I'm lookin' in the mirror Told your girl come surrender, tomorrow I don't remember Gotta fallout like November, but I'm colder than December Got money on my agenda come and roll on this adventure Ma'fucka, I beast!