Lyrical Breakdown of Hands On Ya Knees - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hands On Ya Knees" 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 "Hands On Ya Knees" 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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I'm just tryna (workin' with some ass)
(Looks like DJ Chose)
You been workin' with some ass (ass)
You know you kinda bad and you workin' with some ass (workin' with some ass)
1942, I'm 'bout to pour it in your glass (pour it in your glass)
Money comin' in and I been runnin' up a sack (runnin' up a sack)
Fuck it up tonight and then get right back in my bag (right back in my bag)
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees (both hands on your knees)
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees (hands on your knees)
You know you kinda bad, I gotta get you to the pad (to the pad)
Valet gave me the keys, we gon', uh, do the dash (do the dash)
Please don't be alarmed, I drive like Steve Nash (uh)
Drop, drop top coupe, it's a high-speed Jag' (huh)
Panoramic roof got to be all glass
Pourin' while I'm goin', baby, where the lean at? (Uh)
Fragrance on another levеl, lovin' how you smellin'
Only other question, whеn is me and you gon' get together? (What's up?)
Diamonds on reflector when I'm talkin' 'bout whatever (talkin' 'bout)
Never had your pussy pleasured by a mouth full of metal
Turned the Fanta orange, in the beginning it was yellow
I hate to be alone, options open, I got several (ah)
Plain Jane Rollie, ain't no diamonds in the bezel
No, we not movin' on, I can leave you where I met you
You know you kinda bad and you workin' with some ass (workin' with some ass)
1942, I'm 'bout to pour it in your glass (pour it in your glass)
Money comin' in and I been runnin' up a sack (runnin' up a sack)
Fuck it up tonight and then get right back in my bag (right back in my bag)
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees (both hands on your knees)
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees (hands on your knees)
You know you kinda bad, I gotta get you to the pad (to the pad)
Valet gave me the keys, we gon', uh, do the dash (do the dash)
Please don't be alarmed, I drive like Steve Nash (uh)
Drop, drop top coupe, it's a high-speed Jag' (huh)
Panoramic roof got to be all glass
Pourin' while I'm goin', baby, where the lean at?
I'm not into dancin', but when you dancin', like how you standin'
Bad bitch, I like 'em tatted, but like 'em classy
Jazzy when you be swaggin', I'm into fashion
When you with a customer, I know you just be actin' (I know that you be actin')
I'm flashin' out behind, you don't fall in love (you don't fall in love)
Grip you from behind, you ballin' up (ballin' up)
I'm passionate when I'm smashin', you call me daddy (daddy)
Crack jokes to make you happy, you go to laughin'
You know you kinda bad and you workin' with some ass
1942, I'm 'bout to pour it in your glass
Money comin' in and I been runnin' up a sack
Fuck it up tonight and then get right back in my bag
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
All I wanna see is both hands on your knees
You know you kinda bad, I gotta get you to the pad
Valet gave me the keys, we gon', uh, do the dash