Lyrical Breakdown of Multi Millionaire Laflare - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Multi Millionaire Laflare" 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 "Multi Millionaire Laflare" 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.
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I'm a Multi Millionaire
Multi Millionaire La Flare nigga
It's Gucci, It's Wizzop
BRR BRR, catch up, (go, go, go)
I'm smiling like the Joker
All these choker chains keep chokin' me
Trying to keep the poker face
My extended clip keep pokin' me
All these tinted chains and bracelets
Look like diamonds crawlin' on me
Haters keep provoking me, bitches keep on callin' on me
Fuck the beef bring me the cheese, ain't no rapper hot as me
Fuck yo plug come shop with me, can't nobody fuck with me
All the lean I serve is clean, bought a new rerock machine
This shit come from Medellín you can step on it again
Naked hoes in front of me, nasty as I wanna be
That boy is so wanna be, Gucci its just one of me
My shoes never fit your feet, you ain't cut from the same cloth as me
Bring my Rolexs to me, and take these handcuffs off of me
All my friends are millionaires, I hangout with millionaires
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
My lil chick a millionaire, my home boys are millionaires
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
I done pushed a million bales, I done served a million squares
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
Colder than a fridge done kicked it with a lot of players
Call me Gucci got them gasbags, fuck a nigga hashtag
Mister mister Trap God, cash in the trash bag
Rolled a pound bag, two stacks, call me daddy fat sax
Bombs over Baghdad rappers in a knapsack
Tryna lock the whole trap
Damn I miss my old trap
Damn I miss my old trap
Damn I miss my old trap
Boulder Crest Atlanta, East Atlanta zone 6
Wrist so rocky got ya bitch jockey asap
Every nigga tote a yoppa nigga we a K camp
Undisputed heavy weight champion I'm a state champ
I'mma make her panties get damp, they got stay damp
Riding with the lady and the tramp
Man my plug off the ramp, got them thangs with the stamp
He a millionaire
All my friends are millionaires, I hangout with millionaires
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
My lil chick a millionaire, my home boys are millionaires
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare
Colder than a fridge done kicked it with a lot of players
Million here, million there, Multi Millionaire La Flare