Lyrical Breakdown of Rollin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rollin" 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 "Rollin" 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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Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming (commas coming quick)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (Them commas coming quick)
Look
Show you bitches how to do this shit
Stand back while I demonstrate
Pussy worth like a million dollars
I think your nigga got expensive taste
I'm not a bum bitch, I'm a boss bitch
You sideline I'm centre stage
I don't even get involved with it if it don't make me cum or it don't get me paid
If it's not the money then it's "goofy, gone"
Steal your man with my [?] on
Whole team full of bad bitches and that Louboutin our uniform
24 karat my grills, I do what I want, bitch fuck how you feel
Fuck a whole check up all on my nails
I pull up in foreign and cut in my wheel, bye bitch
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (commas coming quick)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (them commas coming quick)
Look
I'm not a rider chick I'm a driver chick
I could come get you instead
I hope all of your homies got money, nigga
Cause all of my bitches got bread
Look, got a home girl out the west coast
Swear to God I love that bitch
Ask about us, any club, they gonna tell you we run that shit
I'm like the strip club Mariah Carey
Dominican, Halle Berry
Hair be laid, bills be paid
Still put bread on my nigga commissary
If I want something, it's "whatever, cop it"
Balenciaga, tell em check the closet
Heard you fucking for that extra change
That's why that pussy got that extra mileage
I be rollin
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin
All my bitches rollin, rollin, rollin
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Them commas coming quick (commas coming quick)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)
Rollin, rollin, all my bitches rollin (all my bitches rollin)
Rollin, rollin (rollin rollin rollin)
All my bitches rollin and I love that shit (love that shit)