Lyrical Breakdown of P**** Print (feat. Kanye West) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "P**** Print (feat. Kanye West)" 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 "P**** Print (feat. Kanye West)" 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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Wizop, Yeezy Mane (Mike Will Made It) Brrr Bitch stop the comparisons I'm not these other artistses I'm Gucci Mane, La Flare My neck on that real retarded shit Keep a towel with me Cause my watch be drippin' water, bitch And I only featured Kanye Cause we both some fuckin' narcissists Narcissistic tendencies with psychopathic pockets, bitch My bank account is crazy, bitch I think it needs some medicine My straight jacket Givenchy-enchy-enchy Can't even pronounce that shit Designer jeans, designer drugs Just bought me a designer bitch Why this bitch keep hittin' my line? She knowin' she ain't no dime and shit Knowin' I ain't got no time to waste Be fuckin' around with no nickle bitch Your nigga pinchin' pennies But I'm out here making these millions, bitch Don't ask me who I'm votin' for Cause I got all the presidents My bitch walk 'round in lingerie Out there, she think she elegant It's an elephant in the room Guess who's the mothafuckin' elephant? (It's Gucci) Maybach in the garage, elevator in the residence My pockets bulgin', bulgin', pokin' out just like a pussy print (Wop, yeah) Pussy print, p-pussy print My pockets bulgin', bulgin', pokin' out just like a pussy print Pussy print, p-pussy print My pockets bulgin', bulgin', pokin' out just like a pussy print Pussy print, p-pussy print My pockets bulgin', bulgin', pokin' out just like a pussy print Pussy print, p-pussy print My pockets bulgin', bulgin', pokin' out just like a pussy print Me and Guwop, makin' super moves Makin' stupid cash, stack it through the roof You don't fuck with me? The feelin' mutual I'd feel the same if I drove that Subaru We hit the city, the old me goin' OC How a friend only gonna watch that, that's so weak Seven times in a row, I could go the whole week I could take you from the nosebleeds to the floor seats But I need that, in the sauna In the bathroom, at your mama's Like a porn star, I'm a monster You a dancer, on the camera In the G-string, girl I want you At the concert, at the condo In my bedroom, in the guestroom In the restroom, fuck it, every room Tryna see that... Pussy print, p-pussy print My pockets bulgin', bulgin', pokin' out just like a pussy print Pussy print, p-pussy print My pockets bulgin', bulgin', pokin' out just like a pussy print Pussy print, p-pussy print My pockets bulgin', bulgin', pokin' out just like a pussy print Pussy print, p-pussy print My pockets bulgin', bulgin', pokin' out just like a pussy print