Lyrical Breakdown of Big Booty - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Big Booty" 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 "Big Booty" 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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J White I need a beat I can go off on
Tell the skinny hoes to point me
Where the thick hoes at (Go)
He want a flat booty bitch
I'm not with all that (No)
I got chills for days
And I got whips for weeks
I bring out the fleet
And it bring out the freaks (Mwah)
It's a block party
They done blocked off half the street (Wow)
She's a big booty bitch
Showing ass and cheeks (Yeah)
She's a walking bag of money
She's a masterpiece
The way she running game on you
She's an athlete (Go)
Hat trick, gave three hoes
Three stacks a piece (Go)
And every time I get the head
She get that bread from me (Ayy, ayy, ayy, look, it's Gucci)
Big ole ass is heavy
Shake that shit like jelly
Put me on your plate
And slurp that shit up like spaghetti
Man, I make this shit look easy
I ain't tryin', I just be me
I ain't never met a hoe
I felt like I had to compete with, uh
This the type of booty
Make a nigga drop his bitch, wait
This the type of ass when I get home
He washing dishes, uh
He wanna ride on a horse
He need to give me the keys to a Porsche
I told him until you finish your dinner
I cannot let you leave off of the porch
Boy, let me butter your corn on the cob
We give each other more neck than a bob
He like to put a little oil on my ass
Before he record so I feel like a star, huh
Rollin' like I'm Tina, pussy Aquafina
Make this booty giggle
Like you Martin and I'm Gina, hmm
Put me in designer
Uh, let me meet your mama, uh
If you got another bitch
Don't put me in no drama, ah
Tell the skinny hoes to point me
Where the thick hoes at (Go)
He want a flat booty bitch
I'm not with all that (No)
I got chills for days
And I got whips for weeks
I bring out the fleet
And it bring out the freaks (Mwah)
It's a block party
They done blocked off half the street (Wow)
She's a big booty bitch
Showing ass and cheeks (Yeah)
She's a walking bag of money
She's a masterpiece
The way she running game on you
She's an athlete (Go)
Hat trick, gave three hoes
Three stacks a piece (Go)
And every time I get the head
She get that bread from me (It's Gucci)
Big booty hoes, ho booty
Big, big, big booty
Big, big, big booty