Lyrical Breakdown of Bales - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yeah (yeah) Woo (woo) Can you hear me now? Gucci, Wizop Bangladesh Guwop got dem bales Guwop got dem bales Guwop got dem bales Guwop got dem bales Gucci havin' bales Gucci havin' bales I heard Gucci havin' bales They said Gucci havin' bales Guwop got dem bales Guwop got dem bales Guwop got dem bales I heard Guwop got dem bales I heard Gucci had dem bales Gucci havin' bales Word is Gucci havin' bales I heard Gucci havin' bales A hundred bales on the floor Let's have a marijuana war Sellin' this gas, countin' this cash Fuck, it's 12 at the door So many plants in this bitch it look like I live on a farm So many lamps in this bitch it look like I'm trying to build a bomb Me and my shooter, back of the Uber Pull up with Buddha, that's how we maneuver If we don't know ya, then we can't serve ya If you don't pay me, then we gonna shoot ya Gucci got 500 bags of OG's and shit Y'all niggas selling QP's and shit Got percs, loaded tabs, and PT's and shit And a nigga so rich, he don't need this shit Guwop got dem bales Guwop got dem bales Guwop got dem bales Guwop got dem bales Gucci havin' bales Gucci havin' bales I heard Gucci havin' bales They said Gucci havin' bales Guwop got dem bales Guwop got dem bales Guwop got dem bales I heard Guwop got dem bales I heard Gucci had dem bales Gucci havin' bales Word is Gucci havin' bales I heard Gucci havin' bales Call me anything, but don't call the cops on me I fly private because I got the blocks on me Check the trailer trunk, got a crop on me I got a cartel kingpin watch on me Sellin' more weed than dispensaries Broke niggas don't make sense to me So many mexicans bringing in the tree for me I think Trump trying to build a fuckin' fence for me Pink diamonds on my ring, stick my finger in her pussy Big Guwop, I'm the bully of the bully Got bales of the cookie, well connected with the kitchen Not the kitchen not the [?], now you lookin' like a junkie You a [?] boy, I'm gonna treat you like a [?] And I ain't from being here, but I been gettin' money You a small time nigga and you still gettin' fronted I'm across the street nigga, send the weed cross country Guwop got dem bales Guwop got dem bales Guwop got dem bales Guwop got dem bales Gucci havin' bales Gucci havin' bales I heard Gucci havin' bales They said Gucci havin' bales Guwop got dem bales Guwop got dem bales Guwop got dem bales I heard Guwop got dem bales I heard Gucci had dem bales Gucci havin' bales Word is Gucci havin' bales I heard Gucci havin' bales