Lyrical Breakdown of Want To (feat. Playboi Carti) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Want To (feat. Playboi Carti)" 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 "Want To (feat. Playboi Carti)" 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.
• 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 Juice Wrld's narrative.

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What's that belt? Hermès, uh (Uh-huh) What's that? New Patek, uh (Uh-huh) What's that? New lil' bitch, uh (Uh-huh) Get her super wet, uh (Uh-huh) Threw that bitch a bone, bone (Uh-huh) I told that bitch, "Fetch," uh (Uh-huh) Did it on my own, own (Uh-huh) That's why they're upset, uh (Uh-huh) Chopper on my hip, these niggas still toting a TEC, uh (Uh-huh) That's gon' jam up on you, you gon' get shot in your neck, uh (Uh-huh) My gun transform to a robot, call that bitch a mech', uh (Uh-huh) I ain't drinkin' tonight, baby, I'm on Percocet (Uh-huh) Want to beat her boyfriend ass like one-two (You dig?) Her coochie taste good, soul food (You dig?) Don't talk to me, I don't know you (You dig?) You can follow me if you want to You can swallow me if you want to Tips hollow, and if you wanna die Got it on me like, "Fuck you" (Grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah) Backwoods, dank rolled Big ass bankroll Chains 'round my neck, feel like Django But I'm not a slave, ho You should be my slave, ho Rollie Ronald Reag', ho Presidential gang, oh Backwoods, dank rolled Bigass bankroll Chains 'round my neck, no Django 'Cause I'm not a slave, ho But you should be my slave, ho Rollie Ronald Reag', ho Presidential gang, oh Uh, don't play with my slatt, yeah (Slime) Keepin' that nine, hold up, yeah 009, yeah She ain't badder than mine, yeah Yeah, my bitch is a dime, yo (Dime) Can't dress like this, uh (Slatt) Put a bag on a bitch, uh (Yeah) Put a bag on a nigga, yeah (Yeah) Got a bag full of bricks, yeah (Yeah) Came in with a bitch, uh (Uh) What you know about licks? Uh (What you know 'bout licks?) What you know about X? Uh (Know 'bout X?) And I sound like SEX (Slatt) My bitch complex, yeah Lil' shawty the best, yeah I'm in the brand-new McLaren (Slatt) And my seats all red, yeah I got some brand new TECs, yeah (Yeah) We on some brand-new red, huh Pushin' this shit real fast, huh (Real fast) Shawty gon' fuck 'til the morning, huh Fuck around, big, big bag (Bag) Young, rich nigga, can't doubt 'em (Brr, shit, ah) Backwoods, dank rolled Bigass bankroll Chains 'round my neck, feel like Django But I'm not a slave, ho You should be my slave, ho Rollie Ronald Reag', ho Presidential gang, oh Backwoods, dank rolled Bigass bankroll Chains 'round my neck, no Django 'Cause I'm not a slave, ho But you should be my slave, ho Rollie Ronald Reag', ho Presidential gang, oh