Lyrical Breakdown of Ain’t Goin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ain’t Goin" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how DaBaby weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ain’t Goin" 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 DaBaby 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 DaBaby's narrative.

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And my number one thing, Baby is when you be rapping, like And you be goin', and you be goin' That shit turn me the fuck on Goin' She like me Goin', yeah, turnin' her on and she like me Yeah, yeah Turnin' her on and she like me Goin' That shit turn me the fuck on Yeah, goin' and goin' and goin' (Let's go) My lingo be turnin' her on (Yeah) She fuck with the way that I rap (Yeah) She play with herself to my songs You like my voice (Yeah), it turn you on? You like how I wrap my hand on my gun When I take you homе? (Yeah) You don't like how I'ma move on and fuck yo' friеnd If you take too long, bitch? (Yeah) Oh, you don't like when I play like that? You don't play with me, play my song, bitch Got a .40 and a .9 on my waist every day Nigga play and I'm scorin' (No bullshit) I should have a whole goddamn sign on my face It should say, "Not goin'" (Yeah) Goin', yeah I'm not goin', yeah, never that, nigga Believe that, yeah (Uh, yeah, yeah) Goin', goin', goin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ask about me, I ain't goin', goin' That shit turn me the fuck on See upcoming rap shows Get tickets for your favorite artists You might also like Hollywood Freak DaBaby Gimme A Reason DaBaby Gotta Know DaBaby Keep your head down at the light, mama That's the type shit that I like, mama Punch on a nigga and his friend jump in Get up out the car and help me fight, mama Go and get a brand new gun in your name I'ma fuck with you the rest of my life, mama I'ma tell you when your friend ain't right She be lookin' like she wanna take a bite, mama I ain't even finna let it go like that Ain't no way you the only good girl And you like to run around and hang With all them hoes like that (Please) Nigga better make sure he serious Nigga can't pull up pump fakin' Knowin' I'ma blow right back Strapped up, goin' to the show like that Play around with me and you knowin' how l act Knowin' goddamn well l'on stop when a nigga get Goin' Never that, nigga, nah Goin' Not then, not now, nigga (Uh, yeah, yeah) I wasn't goin', goin', goin' (Yeah, yeah) I ain't goin', goin' That shit turn me the fuck on (Yeah) Turnin' her on and she like me I wanna do all the things that she like And I never want you to fight me Pull it out, gimme some head at the light Shut up, just do it like Nike, just do it like Nike (Bitch) Shut up, just do it like Nike, yeah, just do it like Nike Turnin' her on and she like me I wanna do all the things that she like And I never want you to fight me Hold this shit down for the rest of your life Shut up, just do it like Nike, just do it like Nike (Bitch) Shut up, just do it like Nike, yeah, just do it like Nike (Yeah) Goin' Nah, keep goin', baby, uh-uh, keep Goin' Yeah, uh, yeah Keep goin', goin', goin', yeah (Uh, yeah, yeah) Goin', goin' That shit turn me the fuck on These niggas already know how I'm comin' I turn her on 'cause'I ain't goin' for nothin' And these niggas flaugin', I know they don't love me I'm watchin' 'em all and I'm ready to burn 'em She like the way I kick shit, I'm a punter She like the way I give dick, I'm a plumber Keep me a gun on my hip like a hunter Spent every day with my kids for the summer Let's go back to school with this shit, I'ma teach you Please never run up on me without speakin' Please never play with my kids, I get even And even if it ain't today, I get even I had a foreign before I was rappin' I made all them plays and I went bought a Bimmer And even back then, I had it on me every day You can ask anybody ever knew me, they gon' say I wasn't Goin' Yeah, I'm not Goin' Yeah, you know I don't stop when I get goin' Goin', goin' (Uh, yeah, yeah) I remember one time I knocked this nigga out I got in the car, she looked me dead in my eye, she said That shit turn me the fuck on Yeah That's my Baby I remember you made me pull over in the McDonald's parkin' lot It was the McDonald's on, on Venice Ford You pulled me in the bathroom And I'll leave it at that