Lyrical Breakdown of Cuffed - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cuffed" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Juice Wrld weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cuffed" 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 Juice Wrld employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Hold up, hold up, hold up
Hold on, they gon' get wild in this bitch
Y'all (hold up, hold up, hold up)
Ay, a'ight
Right now, I need y'all to get off y'all fuckin' phones
And we gon' turn up in this bitch, a'ight?
(I see y'all ain't come to fuck around)
Uh, come on
Mm-mm
Mm-mm
Brodie said that these hoes nuts
So what? (Uh-huh-uh-huh)
Nigga, I show up (uh-huh-uh-huh)
Codeine, pour up (uh-huh-uh-huh)
Nigga, you don't know nothin' (uh-huh-uh-huh)
You can get tote'd up
You can get tote'd up (yeah)
Uh, bitch, shit
Huh, drugs in my cup, mix it up, yeah-yeah (let's go)
Two Perkies, now I'm fucked up
Someone get me up, yeah-yeah (let's go, let's go)
Just made some millions, G-Money said
"It ain't enough," yeah-yeah (let's go, let's go)
So I'll make 20 more M's, we gon' count it up
Yeah-yeah (count it, count it)
Sorry in advance to these hoes, but I'm cuffed
Yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I got a girl, G-Money say, "That's dumb as fuck,"
Yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
But that shit make me happy, so I don't give no fuck
Yeah-yeah (don't give no fuck)
Young nigga makin' it happen, everyday it go up
Yeah-yeah (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Brand-new Draco, can't wait to use it, ayo (grrah, grrah)
Pull up in that Miracle Whip, all white
Look like some mayo (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, yeah)
Ball like O.J Mayo (oh yeah)
She dance for me, no tango (yeah)
Remember ridin' around in a Grand Am (uh)
But now my wrist is a Range Rove' (rich)
Uh-huh, I'm comin', you ready or not? Oh, yeah (uh-huh)
I just got some head from your thot, oh yeah (uh-huh)
She fuck all the L's on the block, oh yeah (uh-huh)
AP on my wrist leave her shocked, oh yeah (uh-huh)
But this not a G-Shock, oh yeah (uh-huh)
Tough talk got him shot, oh yeah (uh-huh)
Hit the club, shut it down when I walk in there, uh (uh)
Not by the hairs on
My chinny-chin-chin (yeah)
Could a nigga ever prevent me
From winny-win-winning? (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
Not by the hairs on
My chinny-chin-chin (oh yeah)
I just bick back, count the blue faces
While I grin, yeah (cash, cash, cash)
I got guns like the Western, Western
Western, Western (bang)
Every day, I wake up flexin', flexin'
Flexin', flexin' (ah, ah-ah)
Spent a hundred-fifty on my watch
Don't have to tax it (ah, bling-blaow)
I don't wanna text her back
But I need to now (let's go, let's go)
Drugs in my cup, mix it up, yeah-yeah (yeah)
Two Perkies, now I'm fucked up
Someone get me up, yeah-yeah (yeah)
Just made some millions, G-Money said
"It ain't enough," yeah-yeah (yeah)
So I'll make 20 more M's
We gon' count it up, yeah-yeah (yeah)
Sorry in advance to these hoes
But I'm cuffed, yeah-yeah (oh yeah, I'm cuffed)
I got a girl, G-Money say, "That's dumb as fuck,"
Yeah-yeah (that's dumb as fuck)
But that shit make me happy, so I don't give no fuck
Yeah-yeah (don't give a fuck)
Young nigga makin' it happen, everyday it go up
Yeah-yeah (let's go, let's go, let's go)
I said, "G-Money, I gotta tell you somethin'" (I do)
I got this cash, so I'm gon' buy
Damn near every gun (oh yeah, oh yeah)
He said, "Every gun?" (Oh yeah), oh yeah
Every single one (oh yeah, oh yeah)
So I could be ready when these
Bitch-ass haters and the devil come (grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
Your crush just said I am a beast, oh yeah (oh yeah)
You say I'm pussy, well you are what you eat
Oh yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
You niggas specialize in starting internet beef (why?)
I'm not the one to internet beef
That's how you catch RP's to your teeth (grrah)
Pull up in a Sprinter, my money and me (uh)
She hop on my dick just like a bunny to me (uh-huh)
25, but she keep it a hundred to me (uh-huh)
She taste sweeter than buckets of honey to me (uh-huh)
I been ballin', lil' nigga, I'm out of your league (uh)
In the studio, workin', I don't get fatigued (uh-huh)
Got a Patek, I'm fallin' in love with Philippe's (uh-huh)
Washed the Percocet down with a cup full of lean (uh-huh)
Big guns go bang, bad-a-boom, bad-a-bing
I break all of the rules, but I'm still in the lead (yeah)
I feel like I'm a broom, I sweep her off her feet (what else?)
Chopper masturbatin', it'll beat you like meat (what else?)
Catch me levitatin' off the Promethazine (what else?)
Got my heart racin' when I'm rollin' off E (what else?)
I be sack chasin', I be after the green
Got her back achin' when we up in the sheets
Shit (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Drugs in my cup, mix it up, yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Two Perkies, now I'm fucked up, someone get me up
Yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Just made some millions, G-Money said
"It ain't enough," yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
So I'll make 20 more M's, we gon' count it up
Yeah-yeah (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Sorry in advance to these hoes, but I'm cuffed
Yeah-yeah (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I got a girl, G-Money say, "That's dumb as fuck,"
Yeah-yeah (dumb as fuck)
But that shit make me happy, so I don't give no fuck
Yeah-yeah (uh-uh)
Young nigga makin' it happen, everyday it go up
Yeah-yeah (everyday it go up)
My fault, my fault
I told her I don't wanna fuck, it's just a thought, yeah
I told her I don't wanna fuck, it's just a thought, yeah
I told her I don't wan' cuff, she's just a thot, uh, oh yeah
Mike, hurry the fuck up, bro
We 'bout to miss another song
(Bro, I'm pissing, shut the fuck up)
Mike, Mike, bro, just meet me out here, dawg
Meet me out there, I'm-