Lyrical Breakdown of Slimed In - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Slimed In" 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 "Slimed In" 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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I'm just on some slime sh!t
I'm back on that slime stuff
You know what I'm saying?
I don't care nothing 'bout this superstardom sh!t, you know?
Yeah, yeah
That's on God
Yeah, yeah
All my hoes getting slimed in, n!ggas ain't on no slimy sh!t
All my hoes from Thailand, ho know a n!gga got a water wrist
All my hoes in the widebody
Pick my ho up in the widebody
Eat it right up and don't cry 'bout it
All my hoes get time out
All your hoes getting slimed out
The AP store, we buy 'em out
Marni on Marni, go head first
All my hoes wear Chanel sandals
White on your toes, that's good manners
Chanaynay black, going bandana
All my hoes take the whole thing
High-top Maybach, cocaine
2025 on the leg trip
Scorching fire, no Pyrex
Hit me on WhatsApp, direct
KitKat pant, went chocolate
Patek water, I train her
Pass that bag, gotta train her
Cuban, let's link, I chain her
She throwing up rackies, I train her
All my hoes, they gang members
All these pures got 'caine in him
Dog food, probably got pain in 'em
Curved that goofy, he ain't him
Told you these hoes on my time
Put him on ice, go Einstein
Yeah, yeah
All my hoes getting slimed in, n!ggas ain't on no slimy sh!t
All my hoes from Thailand, ho know a n!gga got a water wrist
All my hoes in the widebody
Pick my ho up in the widebody
Lil' bitty ho, I sign sh!t
Yeah, yeah, ask these n!ggas who run sh!t
Lil' bitty ho, I sign sh!t
All my hoes love convicts
Ain't no love, we chop sh!t
Passport stamp, exhausted
Lounge on the island, a bad one
Sand on the beach, I bag one
Walk through the store like ransom
Clutching the gat, go blast it
Benjamin Franks, elastic
Bury your dog, casket
Bought out the mall, trapping
Go against the laws, a thousand percent
Squeezing on stall, one thousand percent
It's over, you fall, one thousand percent
Stand over your dog, one thousand percent
I'm over this sh!t, one thousand percent
I'm sliming out sh!t, one thousand percent
I get it, I print it, one thousand percent
B!tch love how I'm living, one thousand percent
I'm just on some slime sh!t
I'm back on that slime stuff
You know what I'm saying?
I don't care nothing 'bout this superstardom sh!t, you know?
Yeah, yeah
That's on God
Yeah, yeah
All my hoes getting slimed in, n!ggas ain't on no slimy sh!t
All my hoes from Thailand, ho know a n!gga got a water wrist
All my hoes in the widebody
Pick my ho up in the widebody
Richer than a ho, she a bird b!tch
Call her up now, she working
Pull up to the stu', she twerking
I'm popping my big one, you know that
Stepping on a n!gga like doormat
All my shooters run a four flat
Wideboy skrrt through, Hellcat
Walk a n!gga down for a tall stack