Lyrical Breakdown of WUNNA - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "WUNNA" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Gunna weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "WUNNA" 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 Gunna 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 Gunna's narrative.
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Run that back, Turbo
Muddy poured up (Poured up), got a cutter (Cutter)
Lotta orders (Orders), dollars, quarters (Ayy)
Wrist water (Ayy), Rich Porter (Ayy)
Your bitch on now (On now), Gunna Wunna (Wunna)
Commas, commas (Racks), hundreds, hey (Hey)
I'm a stoner (Stoner), sauna, summer (Hey)
Benihana ('Hana), cook up, hey (Hey)
My crew paid (Paid), surf a wave (Wave)
Pop it (Pop it)
I been sippin' Akorn, rich nigga, I'm A1
AP blacker than Akon (Uh), baby butter pecan (Uh)
Billionaire, I want a refund (Uh)
Breakin' her back 'til I see the sun
I fucked the bitch on the jet (Jet)
Cuban baguette on her neck (Her neck)
She only call me for sex (Sex)
Speed in the 'Vette (Speed in the 'Vette)
I still got my foot on they neck, uh (They neck)
Gunna put 'em to rest (To rest)
I used to trap at the Exxon (Exxon)
For the slum, gotta keep you a gun
I'm not a regular pedestrian
Fuckin' hoes by the week every month
She wan' me stick it deep in her gut
Let me know if you with it or what
If I catch a body, I keep it on hush (Hush)
You pussies gon' tell in a rush
Come to the spot and the feeling is plush (Plush)
I don't fuck with these niggas, a dub
Muddy poured up (Poured up), got a cutter (Cutter)
Lotta orders (Orders), dollars, quarters (Ayy)
Wrist water (Ayy), Rich Porter (Ayy)
Your bitch on now (On now), Gunna Wunna (Wunna)
Commas, commas (Racks), hundreds, hey (Hey)
I'm a stoner (Stoner), sauna, summer (Hey)
Benihana ('Hana), cook up, hey (Hey)
My crew paid (Paid), surf a wave (Wave)
Surf (Surf), surf (Surf), surf (Surf), surf (Wave)
Pop a Perc' (Perc'), Papa Smurf (Smurf)
Lotta dirt, I can call up Durk (Lil Durk)
Chrome Heart shirts (Shirts), millions off merch (Merch)
Sippin', drippin', tippin', trippin' (Ayy)
Women, hey, linen, hey (Ayy)
Dealin', killin', spinnin', winnin'
Grillin', hey (Hey), feelin' paid (Paid)
Muddy poured up (Poured up), got a cutter (Cutter)
Lotta orders (Orders), dollars, quarters (Ayy)
Wrist water (Ayy), Rich Porter (Ayy)
Your bitch on now (On now), Gunna Wunna (Wunna)
Commas, commas (Racks), hundreds, hey (Hey)
I'm a stoner (Stoner), sauna, summer (Hey)
Benihana ('Hana), cook up, hey (Hey)
My crew paid (Paid), surf a wave (Wave)