Lyrical Breakdown of Lets Get Faded - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lets Get Faded" 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 "Lets Get Faded" 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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Baby, let's get faded
Hell yeah, get wasted
We can have a little fun
But you ain't my lady
She got a pretty little girl
But it ain't my baby
When I see her in the club
The girl drive me crazy
Man this shit get drastic
She bounced back like Magic
Pass the ball like Magic
She see my flying through traffic
It's Gucci Mane, you bastard
And I'm a known shoe-addict
Got em fallin out the attic
I'm a real hood classic
Zaythoven is nasty
Teamed up with V-Nasty
Came in a V-12
You ain't even gotta ask me
Hundreds falling out my safe
Hundreds falling out the case
? On the case
Half a mil on the bracelet
Quarter-mil for the anklet
Got her fixing on her famous
Money flying out the anus
My swag near Uranus
But he ain't my baby
But she swag something crazy
Yeah she got a little something
But it ain't my baby
Baby, let's get faded
Hell yeah, get wasted
We can have a little fun
But you ain't my lady
[Hook]
[V-Nasty]
Rozay by the case and we poppin bands
I see a lot of bad bitches and they all my fans
Girl, you coming with me. Just cancel your plans
I got Brick Squad with me! Bring all of your friends
Where the bitches at? Let's all get wasted
Hella-lights splashing, they know I'm famous
Bitches bringing money and all them hoes nameless
Ask a bitch who I am, look who I came with!
Back drop drop in these sucka's speechless
Cheerleaders popping ass for hoes in the bleachers
I got a ho paying rent, another pays for my sneakers
? She?
Get a bitch on me, tell her Gucci come here
BayTL the hottest? this year
White girls, they say bring more?
I can't leave a bitch alone, so I'm on the hunt!
[Hook]