Lyrical Breakdown of No More - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No More" 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 "No More" 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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I don't want to go to Mexico no more more more
There's a big fat police man at my door door door
Grab me by the collar
Got me for my dollars
I don't want to go to Mexico no more more more
No more more more
I don't wan- I dont wan- go no more more more
Got me for my dollars
Stuff 'em in the wallet
I don't wanna go to Mexico no more more more
She don't wanna go to Mexico
But bitch you finna go though!
Take your dodos
Me and Mojo
Rockin purple label Polo!
Cookin dope in my pajamas
Primadonna for a baby mama
Marijuana come from Tijuana
Trappin on the corner
Creppin on the counter
Run up on me yous a goner
I'm a loner
Turn them niggas to a fuck it you don't em
All my migos drink coronas
And my goons, they like piranhas
Since you got some big cojones
I'ma mail 'em to yo mama
[?] catchin planes in Oklahoma
If you had came her 2 days sooner
Then I could fulfill your order
She don't wan go back to Mexico
The feds are at the border
She's a snorter, Mr.porter
I got bricks taped to yo daughter! Gucci!!
I don't want to go to Mexico no more more more
There's a big fat police man at my door door door
Grab me by the collar, (collar)
Got me for my dollars
I don't want to go to mexico no more more more (TELL 'EM!)
No more more more (TELL 'EM)
I don't wan- I dont wan- go no more more more
Got me for my dollars (dollars)
Stuff 'em in the wallet
I don't wanna go to Mexico no more more more
Told my migo, que pasa
I will see you on mañana
When I met him, at the doca
He had work, I had choppas
I make bands with my patnas
To many old school, it's prada
And I keep on killin' pussy
So I ride around with doctors
And I can't do this no more! (no more!)
Going to the store (Uh)
I re-up and run out
Make a hunnid bands or more
I got Bale- on my toes, Bale- on my toes
Stack my money up so high, I got them standing on their toes
Stackin money I fuck hoes
I don't wash clothes, I get new ones
Chains on, talkin' bout 2 of 'em, But today?
I'm wearin a few of 'em
Use to trappin at that texico
My plug, is from Mexico
My girl is professional
I love to trap
X and O's
I don't want to go to Mexico no more more more
There's a big fat police man at my door door door
Grab me by the collar
Got me for my dollars
I don't want to go to mexico no more more more
No more more more
I don't wan- I dont wan- go no more more more
Got me for my dollars
Stuff 'em in the wallet
I don't wanna go to mexico no more more more