Lyrical Breakdown of ErrTime (feat. Jeezy & Latto) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "ErrTime (feat. Jeezy & Latto)" 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 "ErrTime (feat. Jeezy & Latto)" 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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Cardi B, I got you, baby, you already know what it is (ewo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (remix)
Slow and smooth ass criminal, Teddy P, Easy E
Got that billionaire status, Robert Smith, Gary Vee (ha-ha)
How you like it? Bad and bougie, Halle Berry, Cardi B (eow)
Drought seasons, know we cuttin', red alert, Kid Capri (whoa)
Re-up like Alaska, snow mountain, you can ski (eow)
Ten bricks for a show, damn right, that's the fee, yeah
Lawn chair a nigga, stand right, I never fold (fold)
Snowman, bitch, yeah, this shit I say is cold (whoa)
Bitch, lose me, she lost her motherfucking mind (mind)
If you ain't in my league, don't waste my motherfucking time (okay)
I'm like the black Brad Pitt up on this motherfucker
No diaper, I'm the shit up out this motherfucker (yeah)
Sigarios, we gotta hit up out this motherfucker (gasolina)
Yeah, we got it lit up out this motherfucker
Them YNS ain't rockin' with, still snowin' and that's fine (fine)
These riches, Shorty Red, sure don't do it every time (uh-uh)
Somebody better get her 'cause she out here lookin' fine (uh-uh)
Better pop your shit because I'm out here poppin' mine (uh-uh)
The way these diamonds hittin', bitches damn near goin' blind (uh-uh)
Look, 'cause Don Julio gon' do the trick every time (yeah)
Nigga lose me, you know, that nigga out his mind (uh-uh)
Tell her make a hit, she in the stu' just wastin' time (uh-uh)
If I take your nigga, I don't wanna hear no cryin'
'Cause I ain't say shit when hoes was out here fuckin' mine, huh (look)
Outside grindin', I'ma shine all summer
Badass bitch, I know that every nigga want her
Real fine shit, man, I get it from my mother
I'm a demon, I'll fuck your opp and fuck your brother (uh-uh)
Bottle after bottle, after bottles in this motherfucker
All my friends tens, look like models in this motherfucker
Hoes throwin' ass, need some dollars in this motherfucker
Bad yellow bitch, look like Latto in this motherfucker (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Somebody better get her 'cause she out here lookin' fine (uh-uh)
Better pop your shit because I'm out here poppin' mine (uh-uh)
The way these diamonds hittin', bitches damn near goin' blind (uh-uh)
Look, 'cause Don Julio gon' do the trick every time (yeah)
Nigga lose me, you know that nigga out his mind (yeah)
Tell her make a hit, she in the stu' just wastin' time (yeah)
If I take your nigga, I don't wanna hear no cryin' (no)
'Cause I ain't say shit when hoes was out here fuckin' mine, huh
Pop out, brand-new body like I'm Carti in this motherfucker (ah)
Bitch, I'm giving belt out like karate in this motherfucker (hi-yah!)
Bust it for my man like it's a hobby 'round this motherfucker (uh)
Can't be bitches on his dick 'cause I be on this motherfucker (on God)
G lock on my hip (hip), I walk around with a switch (grr)
I know this ho ain't talking shit with broke nigga on her lips (ew)
Like, how you let a rapper hit that ain't even got no hits?
Man, my thick ass went to Fashion Week, them dresses couldn't even zip (wow)
Bottle after bottle like somebody in here thirsty (ah)
Both hands on it like this nigga tryna search me
Big Mama, fuck the small talk, what's the word, Ski?
I must be the drama, way he drop two-hundred first week (yeah)
Bottle after, bottle after bottles in this motherfucker (uh-uh)
All my friends tens, look like models in this motherfucker (uh-uh)
Bitches throwin' ass, need some dollars in this motherfucker (uh-uh)
Bad yellow bitch, look like Latto in this motherfucker (yeah, big Latto)
It's the baddest bitch (snowman, bitch)
Brim Reaper (ya heard?)
Bardi (ha-ha, ha, brr)
Not your girl