Lyrical Breakdown of Bad Kids - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bad Kids" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how GloRilla weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bad Kids" 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 GloRilla 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 GloRilla's narrative.
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(Who made this beat?)
(Twysted Genius, baby)
All I hung around was bad kids, I was raised with killers
Woofin' on the 'net like he a threat until we came to get you
Tossin' shit like my lil' side bitch, say I'm her favorite nigga
Taylor Port what she outside with, she hate to taste the liquor
I can fuck, feed, and kick it with you, but I don't play with niggas
I ain't livin' off no man, but somehow, I stay with niggas
My niggas ever catch me cheatin', I'm blamin' him and playin' the victim
I ain't shit, if he leave me 'lone, can't even blame the nigga
She know I ain't shit, I just pay her bills and give her dick
I get jammed up, then hold me down for real if you my bitch
Love a crazy bitch who act delusional and pull up quick
I ain't chasin' shit, ain't scared of losin' you 'cause, bitch, I'm lit
Don't get cocky, I don't want you, baby, I just want some dick
Don't get too comfortable, I'm really known for changin' niggas quick
I don't care about you enough to lie to me, lie to your bitch
I be delusional with all my niggas, you probably number six
Lil' hoe be actin' tough, still gon' have her screamin' when we fuck
Always act enough, I feel like she need to get it rough
I like the grown shit, ain't too much I'm gon' need when I'm with her
Make her tone switch, like, "Whenever you need it, just pull up"
She like gang members, rep my block, I'm still that same nigga
High off painkillers, still won't lack, I'll let that flame hit you
Lil' bro like Dame Lillard, caught two hats and tapped the same trigger
Bae, I'm a paid nigga, they might got dog shit, but they ain't richer
I know he ain't shit, I just play along and fake it with me
Dick so good, wish I could package it in my purse and take it with me
I'm in my feelings, y'all, had to just cut off my favorite nigga
Back to the streets, I appreciate y'all being patient with me
I like an honest nigga, keep it P, don't put me in no drama
I ain't stupid, nigga, stop actin' like you hate your baby mama
He give me head, all up in it, shakin' his dreads like Waka Flocka
Like, ugh (damn), ugh (hey), ugh (whoo), ugh (shit)
All I hung around was bad kids, I was raised with killers
Woofin' on the 'net like he a threat until we came to get you
Tossin' shit like my lil' side bitch, say I'm her favorite nigga
Taylor Port what she outside with, she hate to taste the liquor
I can fuck, feed, and kick it with you, but I don't play with niggas
I ain't livin' off no man, but somehow, I stay with niggas
My niggas ever catch me cheatin', I'm blamin' him and playin' the victim
I ain't shit, if he leave me 'lone, can't even blame the nigga