Lyrical Breakdown of Wine Pon You (feat. Konshens) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wine Pon You (feat. Konshens)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Doja Cat feat. Konshens weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Wine Pon You (feat. Konshens)" 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 Doja Cat feat. Konshens 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 Doja Cat feat. Konshens's narrative.

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I ain't got my eye on you Ain't been hypnotized by you, yeah Ain't in here tryna find my dude I take it, you just like the way I wine pon you How I wine pon you The way I wine pon you How I wine pon you The way I wine pon you, yeah Take it, you just like the way I wine pon you Take it, you just like the way I wine pon you, yeah You can catch her in the Vogue or Hustler magazine Young red bitch, pussy wet, five screens You can catch her in the Vogue or Hustler magazine Young red bitch, pussy wet, five screens (Yeah, yeah) Pop that like Ginkgo biloba That booty don't need no more soda Too hot, now this boy don't need no more doja Leg on the seat, that's a photo See that you focused If there's no room, boy, we squeeze in the corner Way that he talking, you'd think that he know her Hold up See baby, this for the night, I won't see you tomorrow Yeah, but when I dance here, boy you better man up Be like a museum, got you looking, boy you can't touch Yeah, I got him speaking, got him geeking, tie them hands up Tappin' to the beat, you wanna freak her 'cause she random Know you got your girl here, looking for your ass Run, faking that you loyal, boy, you playing with her passion Even when the beat slow, I shake a lil' faster Twerking on the speaker, know you need her in your fan club How I wine pon you The way I wine pon you How I wine pon you The way I wine pon you, yeah Take it, you just like the way I wine pon you Take it, you just like the way I wine pon you, yeah You can catch her in the Vogue or Hustler magazine Young red bitch, pussy wet, five screens You can catch her in the Vogue or Hustler magazine Young red bitch, pussy wet, five screens (Aha, oh yeah) Baby girl, badman a wuk yuh we no nerdy Make underwear fly like birdie When me call, you cum early Make you wanna get down and dirty When you wine up your body so slow Punch line, solo It's your show, be the star an done When you back it pon me mi nah back down How I wine pon you The way I wine pon you How I wine pon you The way I wine pon you, yeah Take it, you just like the way I wine pon you Take it, you just like the way I wine pon you, yeah