Lyrical Breakdown of Long Live the Pimp (feat. Trae tha Truth) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Long Live the Pimp (feat. Trae tha Truth)" 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 "Long Live the Pimp (feat. Trae tha Truth)" 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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Drinkin' on Texan, parkin' lot flexin'
Bumpin' UGK, motherfucka
Ridin' dirty with the K, motherfucka
On the grind AK, motherfucka
Drinkin' on Texan, parkin' lot flexin'
Bumping UGK, motherfucka
Eatin on shrimps, motherfucka
Long live the pimp, motherfucka
Sippin' on Podart, hangin' with you rocks
Bad yellow bitch and her pussy taste like water
Cash red Cadillac, deuce in the court
Rub it on the pimp, then my uncle buddy
Niggas can't touch me like I'm Jay Prince son
Water drippin' off me, shinin' like a star
Grippin' on the wheel, Johnny Dale got me chilled
Texan in my Sprite when I'm poppin' seal
Drinkin' on mud, rockin' with the thugs
Long live Ted, the dirty south love you
I've come to get tippy, smokin', reminiscin'
Underground king, you a legend in my memory
Tippin' on glass slippaz, pain on and deep as fuck
UFC in my trunk, bet this gon' beat you up
Everything movin' slow, still ain't no keepin' low
Gator replace the scene, get your ass eaten up
Chopper behind the seat, truth still undisputed
Ain't the tryna trill, I won't talk with it because Suzanne
Hang in on the diamonds, flexing
Swinging over like I'm flexing
Stuntin' on 'em like I'm birdman
Make seven on it, whip the wrist
Nothing on it, don't fetch attention
Get your bitches, cold efficient
Gonna kill it on competitions
Sideline 'em, on suspension
Young Bill, turned to stone
Lil' Jim, Sweet Jane's Joe
Bumpin' UGK and get your stomach full of stones