Lyrical Breakdown of Finesse da Glo - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Finesse da Glo" 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 "Finesse da Glo" 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.
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Two of 'em
d.a. got that dope
I don't do the friend
Don't call me your friend
I don't do the buddy
I am not your buddy
Don't need you to cook, don't need you to clean, pull up, we fucking
Pull up and get out of here, gone
I pour a four in a peach Arizona
I hit her raw and got caught in the moment (Oops)
I got her saying she love me
Bitch, how you love me and don't even know me? (Ah)
Bought her some Maison Margiela and now I can fuck her whenever
Whenever I want her
Speed up on the Addy, slow it down on the 'Tussin
This a Percocet 30
I'm looking through the Bulgari, sorry, but I can tell you 'flaging (You cap)
Like, free Black Haven, free Big Larry (They fed)
They really was mobbing (Mob)
Fuck a vouch (Fuck that)
Break them fifties out, fuck a house
Hit my man (Boom)
All you see is shells jumping out (Jumping out)
We the Klan (Aryan Nation)
I don't fuck with niggas, KKK (KKK)
And if it wasn't for choppers, man, I probably wouldn't be here today
Get your ho and tell her to pipe down with her lil' ugly ass
Let's go stack for stack, not body for body with your little fuckin' ass
I ain't botherin' nobody, if they throwin' shots, you know that I'm busting back
He thinking he doing somethin' till I turn around, then just get to fucking back
I know you watchin', like some pictures since you lurkin' (Aye)
Raw as hell, gotta come see it person (Come here)
It's that Leo in me, I don't want you, I'm just flirtin'
Bitch, we get shit done, we might not post it, but we workin' (On gang)
Okay, your bitch want me (Don't it?)
You caught her likin' all my pics and you was sick, wasn't it? (Huh?)
Why you keep blowin' up my phone? You want some dick, don't it? (I know it)
The way she made her pussy squirt, I thought she pissed on me, goddamn, your pussy wet
Okay, I lost the ho (What happened?)
But knocked two more hoes the same day (Two times)
Favoritism? (Ooh)
I treat all hoes the same way (The same way)
Ho say I'm a trick? (Never)
Ho a lie, ain't shit to tell (Tell)
You been selling pussy ten years and you still broke as hell (That's crazy)
Your whole clique want me (I stamp it)
But tell the store runners move over, I want the big homie (Get at me)
This pussy tight, he like the way that lil' joint grip on it (This pressure)
Aye, this the shit that make you wanna leave your bitch, don't it?
I know it, ooh-wee, she gon' be sick
Confidence through the roof (On God)
They say I'm cocky, I just know I'm fine
Can't go for nothin', they ass gon' have me fucked up every time
Say I'm a ho? (Say what?)
nigga just mad 'cause he ain't fuck yet
Been in my DMs seven years and still ain't had no luck yet (On gang)