Lyrical Breakdown of Wouldn't Believe - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wouldn't Believe" 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 "Wouldn't Believe" 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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When I came to the club Hot like as a dob Glowing lIke a lightning bulb They fight in here Got scraps in here So really it's a frightening club My grill look like it's hit by lightning I get that kid my distraction I get rolly rollies Two more rollies You can't put your brightening up Your girlfriend choose the finest fuck And she keep on enticing us Them young niggas hold G's When they smarter They are the ones advising us Popping miles Rolling hard Damn this shit is riding us Little red riding hood riding with some We riding bulls Riding my hood If you know you do it Act like you do it If you ain't use to it Then get use to it I'm smoking grills and locking dust And all day long I'm drinking mud I keep a strap You niggas caught on rush Ya'll fucking have my foot It's' 10 o'clock Get pistols up You pussy niggas tell the judge If I told you what my eyes seeing you wouldn't believe If you spent the day with me I bet you wouldn't believe Your hoe so freaky When you leave she do shits you won't see I bet you wouldn't believe That hoe that you with is a freak You won't believe this shit Man you won't believe You won't believe this shit I bet you won't believe If I told you every time you leave She just a freak You say that you so right But everyday that she's with me You won't believe that everyday she leaves she leaves with me You won't believe that everyday she leaves she leaves the key I know her favourite food She like eat Japanese Eat Gucci like he sushi Bone appetit And you ain't gotta see the hood I bring the hood with me And we don't need no bodyguard I keep the scrap with me You gambling with them other guys Stop the gambling And ain't nothing for you to see So stop the raffling And I don't like the way you handling things Stop the handling And watch your mouth And only you that you're embarrassing I hate a bitch that put on makeup like a manikin I like a bitch that like a bitch I make her fantasy