Lyrical Breakdown of Fuckin Right - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fuckin Right" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kevin Gates weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Fuckin Right" 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 Kevin Gates 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 Kevin Gates's narrative.

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Bae stop playin', you know I'm lovin' you I'm in denial (I'm in denial) You must know somethin' I don't (you must know somethin' I don't) Baby, you something serious (something serious) As far as I know (as far as I know) I go low, you hit high notes (I go low, you hit high notes) From me, you can't hide though (baby, from me, you can't hide though) That ass is from Houston (ass is from Houston) But that mouth from Chicago (but that mouth from Chicago) Just tell me what you think of me Baby, I'm not your enemy I love your vibe and energy I'm into you, you're into me Got all these bitches stressin' me All these bitches stressin' me And I need you right here next to me Next to me, yeah Fuckin' right, fuckin' right, that's some real shit Take some time out your night, get some real dick Young nigga, breadwinner, need a fly chick Real nigga, like me, need a real bitch Fuckin' right, fuckin' right, that's some real shit Take some time out your night, get some real dick Young nigga, breadwinner, need a fly chick Real nigga, like me, need a real bitch You got that body (you got that body) Fuck what they tell you (baby, fuck what they tell you) You say I make real moves (you say I make real moves) Well I know the real you (girl, I know the real you) Bae, you a raw bitch (bae, you a raw bitch) And I can't deny you (I can't deny you) Thank God I found you (thank God I found you) Just tell me what you think of me Baby, I'm not your enemy I love your vibe and energy I'm into you, you're into me Got all these bitches stressin' me Got all these bitches stressin' me And I need you right here next to me Next to me, yeah Fuckin' right, fuckin' right, that's some real shit Take some time out your night, get some real dick Young nigga, breadwinner, need a fly chick Real nigga, like me, need a real bitch Fuckin' right, fuckin' right, that's some real shit Take some time out your night, get some real dick Young nigga, breadwinner, need a fly chick Real nigga, like me, need a real bitch