Lyrical Breakdown of PT's - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "PT's" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Chief Keef weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "PT's" 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 Chief Keef 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 Chief Keef's narrative.
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I ain't had no sleep in three weeks
On my bed is three freaks
I got all the money
And I'm just
Smoking on this tree tree, getting head by Kiki
She gon' give me 'nini, ay, 'till I'm weak-weak
I french kissed the money, she french kissed my weewee
Came through shittin' on 'em, jewelry got a peepee
Baby I'm in the big league, you niggas is peewees
Smoking on this big blunt, think I'm going weed tree
Chief Sosa a predator, you niggas is E.T
Pull on your bitch I'm getting her, 'cause I got skunk and PT
I got skunk boy, nigga I got skunk boy
Callin' my damn phone boy, what the fuck you want boy?
Call it what you want boy, callin' 'bout no money boy
I won't answer my phone boy, don't boy (don't)
My gun off, I turn it on boy
'Member livin' with my momma, now I'm always home alone boy
My gun start barking boy, you better watch your tone boy
I got my own, I don't need no fucking loan boy
Ask your bitch, boy Chief Sosa got a long boy
I'm a grown boy, these lil' niggas they some lil' boys
I be money gettin', I swear it won't leave me 'lone boy
Choppa' come through spittin'
Tryna run, where you goin' boy, don't boy
Smoking on this tree tree, getting head by Kiki
She gon' give me 'nini, ay, 'till I'm weak-weak
I french kissed the money, she french kissed my weewee
Came through shittin' on 'em, jewelry got a peepee
Baby I'm in the big league, you niggas is peewees
Smoking on this big blunt, think I'm going weed tree
Chief Sosa a predator, you niggas is E.T
Pull on your bitch I'm getting her, 'cause I got skunk and PT
You lil' niggas E.T., you lil' niggas peewees
I got skunk and PT, you be smoking weak-weak
I'm in love with THC, no I don't love these freaks
These bitches is Kikis, thotties tryna eat-eat
Always ridin' in my car, 'den you try to leave me
I'm a star speeding, fast and furious Chief Keef
I was smokin' stupid skunk, looked up yo' bitch tweetin' me
You wonder why she ain't comin' home, looked up your bitch freaked me
You know how I'm walking, ain't gotta believe me
But I been gettin' benjis, ain't had no sleep in three weeks
Ass so cocky, bitches gotta wait fifteen weeks
'Fore they can even see me, she still gon' come freak me
Smoking on this tree tree, getting head by Kiki
She gon' give me 'nini, ay, 'till I'm weak-weak
I french kissed the money, she french kissed my weewee
Came through shittin' on 'em, jewelry got a peepee
Baby I'm in the big league, you niggas is peewees
Smoking on this big blunt, think I'm going weed tree
Chief Sosa a predator, you niggas is E.T
Pull on your bitch I'm getting her, 'cause I got skunk and PT
I got skunk and PT
(I got skunk and PT)
I ain't slept in three weeks, gettin' that green cheese
Bang, bang, bang