Lyrical Breakdown of Plenty Sun - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Plenty Sun" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Ice Spice weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Plenty Sun" 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 Ice Spice 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 Ice Spice's narrative.
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The beat so hard, I don't even want to say nothing
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
He like, "Bae, you hella fine but you hella young"
I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty something" (Grrah)
He like, "Okay, so you pop to stay, you get enough"
On my toungey-tounge (Grrah), he put his thumby-thumb (Grrah)
He got plenty funds (Plenty funds)
We done hit the strip club, he got plenty ones (Plenty ones)
We done hit this trap house, he got many guns (Many guns)
Birdy took a fake perc now he got tummy runs (Tummy runs)
I ain't got no fuckin' kids, I got hella sons (Grrah)
And you're chillin' with a star, not just anyone (Grrah)
And you're chillin' with a star, like it's plenty sun (Grrah)
And I pack the whole zip, I got dirty lungs (Grrah)
And I post my fire pics, yeah, the Getty ones (Damn)
Ain't got time for them bitches, yeah, them bitches bums (Bitches bums)
I ain't got a lot of friends, I'm meticulous (Like)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Ridiculous, ridiculous)
He like, "Bae, you hella fine but you hella young"
I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty something" (Grrah)
He like, "Okay, so you pop to stay, you get enough"
On my tummy-tun (Grrah), he put his tummy dong (Grrah)
You know I'm too fine to be single 'course I got a man ('Course I got a man)
But you cute, I fuck with you, I cancel all my plans (All my plans)
Put that shit on, think he fly, he think he Peter Pan (Peter Pan)
How your bitch is mad at me? I thought she ain't need a man (Need a man)
Said, "What you tryna do?" (Grrah) "Get me food and some bags and designer shoes?" (Grrah)
You ain't crackin' 'til you sign this, I got shit to lose (Shit to lose)
And you munchin' first, nigga, I don't make the rules (Huh, make the rules)
And you ask a lot of shit, nigga, this ain't class (Huh, this ain't class)
You just gotta know I'm bad with a lot of ass (Lot of ass)
You just gotta know I'm P with a lot of plaques (Lot of plaques)
And I always come in first, yeah, I'm never last (Never last)
He like, "Bae, you hella fine but you hella young"
I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty something" (Grrah)
He like, "Okay, so you pop to stay, you get enough"
On my toungey-tounge (Grrah), he put his thumby-thumb (Grrah)
And you're chillin' with a star, like it's plenty sun