Lyrical Breakdown of Keep It Warm 4 Ya (feat. Smoke Dza & Chace Infinite) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Keep It Warm 4 Ya (feat. Smoke Dza & Chace Infinite)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Keep It Warm 4 Ya (feat. Smoke Dza & Chace Infinite)" 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 Freddie Gibbs 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 Freddie Gibbs's narrative.

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Slammin', man, I thought that was heifer was your woe bitch (yeah) When you first went to the fed, I was that nigga she would smoke with (for sure) And it didn't take long, nigga just left home and she out here on some ho shit (bitch) Both off of blue dolphin, hoes get slaughtered with this dope dick (uh, uh) Took a flight to ATL and I beat that down, bet you could tell that (yeah) I was in your pussy while you laid there rock hard in the cell (for sure) Quick to catch a flight and suck me off up in the Sofitel (yeah) Call your freaky friend, let's have a orgy, I could snort some yay Couldn't overlook it, lettin' you know I was in that pussy Yeah (ooh) DZA Statik Selektah (say it again) Ah, yeah, Statik Selektah Yeah Say it again, say it again Right, uh Lil' freak bitch, I can't pretend, she got her knees diggin' in I was just diggin' her out, she call me a special friend Her name Bridget, late nights we used to kick it Went from freakin' on the weekend and now she missin' visits You in there eatin' jack mac and I'm treatin' her like Kat Stacks Smuttin' her, doggin' her, iPhone recordin' her Pop white Rose bottles, sauce, pourin' up Fuck and take a quick nap with her Fix me mac and cheese, you know I'm a fat nigga Heard you got wind that she fuckin' with a rap nigga That's me, you actin' like you own that girl DZA AKA the reason that your phone calls curved Right Ooh Say it again Yeah, uh-huh, yeah (ooh) Say it again, say it again Yeah For sure, nigga Slammin', man, I met your bitch when I was backstage (yeah) On tour with KRIT, gave her this dick, now she want my last name (uh) The type of bitch that'll share them chips, I keep that ass trained (yeah) She foot the bill while I just lay back on my stash, mane (for sure) Secret flights and trips to Maui (yeah), pulled them tits out in the Audi (yeah) Three Gs on lawyer fees gave me commissary in the county (yeah) Said she don't let you beat that pussy, stay clean as a whistle (for sure) If we get pulled over right now, this bitch gon' take the pistol (yeah) Never knew love like this (uh), can't quite see how you love this bitch (nah) She must got perfect pussy, Simple Simon on some sucker shit (yeah) She come straight through and bust it, bitch (yeah), set that thing out and I took it (uh-huh) She out here lonely and I can't overlook it, I'm in that pussy Yeah (for sure, nigga), nigga Ooh Say it again Ooh, ooh Say it again, say it again Baby, your pussy perfect, ain't no better way to word it Make a nigga wanna record it for the world to observe it So I fuck you like I own it, bet I keep that pussy squirtin' Bet your ass wake up with shaky legs and feel that in the mornin' Baby, your pussy perfect, ain't no better way to word it Make a nigga wanna record it for the world to observe it So I fuck you like I own it, bet I keep that pussy squirtin' Bet your ass wake up with shaky legs and feel that in the mornin' Ooh, I I love you, baby