Lyrical Breakdown of Lil Haiti Baby - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lil Haiti Baby" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Future weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Lil Haiti Baby" 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 Future 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 Future's narrative.

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Yeah, yeah It's that EVOL, ah You understand me? I bagged this bad bitch, it was nothing to get her You want a whole brick? Oh it's nothing to get 'em Oh, you want diamonds like this? It wasn't nothing to get 'em I had to focus, then it wasn't nothing to get 'em Hey, thirty thousand on a watch, I swear thank God I'm ballin' Feds watching on my spot, they say somebody called 'em Hottest nigga in the streets, they see my Audemars Hottest nigga in the streets, three thousands grams of shoo Boston, Georgia, I'm with that game, you got that girl that blow Oh, you want my life, that's locked for me, that's all I know Catch me pissing out the codeine from the night before This for Khaled, this for niggas 'round the Ace and bottles This for G-rod, C-Rod, all these niggas banging B's This the greatest story never told, you gotta see it I, I got some names but I ain't gon' never drop 'em Aye, she say my name but she won't ever drop me You want an R&B chick, shawty it ain't nothin' to get her You want to run around the town, well it ain't nothin' to get her You want to drive around in that Rolls, you know it ain't nothin' to get her You know that I'm gonna make homies ride for me, it ain't nothin' to get 'em We throwed away that money cause that mula swole I throw that grams of bar, I'm servin' in the cold Got fifty eight grams of bar, we servin' up here? They say they got Magnolia, shawty bangin' either They trapped out Angola, they was out the NOLA Then fuck around and then know you, got to be a cobra They cooped up with that yola, not that good coke cola I fucked around and showed them that my heart is colder My water whippin' issues now we packin pills too They packin' gats and lots these niggas sending missiles They say they hate the kid, the kid was getting' mula You wanna ask around, then you can ask my jeweler Bodies came around, he shot 'em on a bike Oh he poppin' wheelies, a lil Haiti baby Oh they say that nigga he just a lil Haiti baby Oh they say that boy he just a lil Haiti baby Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day Shot the whole window up in broad day Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby Dumping down the pills, I feel my head explodin' Roll a pound of dope, I gotta keep on smokin' Money comin' in, we ain't gon' never spend it Ten thousand bags of kush, we ain't gon' never listen I just wanna be there for my nigga, woo I just wanna go back to the Bentley store I just wanna go back to the Lamb' store I just wanna buy another Rover though I just wanna get back on a yacht tomorrow I just wanna buy another spot tomorrow All this money comin' in, can't never spend it I swear, all this money comin' in, we're still winnin' Shoot in broad day, shoot in broad day Shot the whole window up in broad day Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby Coke in all the cars, we ain't got no facade Pull up in that 'Rari, we don't know facade Pull up with that yappa, it wasn't no facade Lettin' off all the rounds, it wasn't just no facade Bodies came around, he shot 'em on a bike Oh he poppin' wheelies, he a lil Haiti baby Oh they say that nigga, he a lil Haiti baby Oh they say that boy, he a lil Haiti baby Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day Shot the whole window up in broad day Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby Oh that's that lil Haiti baby, Haiti baby Dumpin' back these pills, I feel my head explodin' Jumpin' out these whips, we ain't on no facade Pull up in that 'Rari, ain't no no Facade Pull up in that 'Rari, ain't no no Facade Shoot in broad day, he shoot in broad day Shot the whole window up in broad day EVOL