Lyrical Breakdown of Better Than You - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Better Than You" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Cardi B weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Better Than You" 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 Cardi B 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 Cardi B's narrative.

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Yeah, better than you, look Better than you, look, bitch, better than you, smell Better than you, taste, better than you, face Better than you, huh, everything better than you, look Bitch, I'm better than you If that's your friend, fuck that bitch, I'm Better than her too, uh-huh, shittin' on hos, I got (what?) Nothing better to do, okay, yeah, better than you, and who? Huh, huh, huh, face bomb, better than, and who? I'm a bad bitch in all my mirrors Diamonds and water, this bitch is clear Feelin' like this my biggest fear I do it bigger than bitches veneers They throwin' shots, then tell 'em cheers You ain't on my level, bitches tears All my cars is chauffeured I ain't touch door handles in years (uh-huh) Hos gotta talk behind my back, 'cause that's where them hos be at 'Cause that's all them hos gon' see, this fat ass and this long ass weave (uh-huh) I'm doing shit they can't believe, I'm doing shit that they can't fathom Seven years soft and it's still a classic, seven years soft, and you still ain't passin' Uh, eatin' hos up, huh, give me a napkin (a napkin, yeah) Bitches is hurt, ooh, get him an aspirin (huh) Daddy, take me to Aspen, I wanna twerk in the cabin (yeah) Pretty hos do what they want, ooh, that's the law of attraction Yeah, how I'm doin' Better than you, better than who? Better than you, look, bitch (than who?) Better than you, smell, taste Better than you, taste (uh) Better than you, face (dumb) Better than you, huh, I'm better than you (uh, uh) Look, bitch, I'm better than you If that's your friend, fuck that bitch, uh Better than her too, uh-huh Shit, no hos, I got Nothing better to do, okay, yeah Better than you, uh-huh, uh, yeah, uh Face bomb, better than, face bomb- My body galore, I'm at the game, it gotta be floor Foot on they ass, it gotta be sore Talk is cheap, so she gotta be poor You know these bitches, ain't got no taste You know these hos ain't got no place You know these hos ain't got no style I pop out when the crowd go wild I show them how to be sex-, sexy She ain't dressed like that 'fore she met me Baby, I'm crying, I'm dead, I'm weak Bitches wanna steal my whole technique Now that I got it, baby, I'm polished, can't be modest I'm too poppin', believe me, I tried it (uh) Suckin' my teeth, rollin' my eyelids, huh These broke hos make my coochie itch (uh) Can't no nigga ever braid on me, I don't care who he get (no) I stay in the newest shit, my hair, my jewelry lit (yeah) If I like it, get two of it, on the phone with my man like "Ooh, I would look cute in this" (ah) Bitch, I'm better than you Always better than you Way more bread than you Give better head than you Always stand on you Hos be prostitutes, uh-huh No bitch better than you, get more bread than you Hating-ass bitches talk shit on the 'net, but none of it ever be true Ain't no bitch badder than you, ain't no bitch got swagger like you And these bitches be all talk, but none of that matter to you No bitch fuckin' with you, know how to up it like you Know how to bust it like you Came through, skin tea, body tea, these hos ain't nothing like you Diamonds dance like Chris B's, bitch, please, nobody run it like you, like damn Who you know got it like you? Who you know pop it like you? Who you know soon as you walk in the spot, make niggas heart stop like you? Makin' bitches heart drop like you, givin' them hell nonstop like you These bitches is not like you Came straight from the bottom of the dirt, came out on top like you And it's pain 'cause you put in all the work, can't no nigga process you Can't no nigga pop it like you, got your own funds, you poppin' it too Please don't argue with me, ain't no bitch hotter than she Like damn