Lyrical Breakdown of She Don't Wanna - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "She Don't Wanna" 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 "She Don't Wanna" 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.
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And she don't wanna make love
She just want me to come over and stroke her
And she don't wanna make love
So I gotta bend her over and stroke her
I understand you got a man, and I'm a dawg
Dick like a half a brick I just drop it off
Turn ya song on, turn ya phone off
Leave ya heels on, take ya thong off
Kiss ya knee caps, spread ya ass cheeks
Can't 69 all the time, girl you nasty
Yeah, I'm touchin' all on ya kitty
Get on top I'll let you ride, while I'm suckin' all on your titties
Your boyfriend's a lame, so I'm 'bout to fuck ya brains out
You could say my name, go ahead and let it ring out
Love the way my ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling hang out
Let me do my thing, I let my ding-a-ling hang out
And she don't wanna make love
She just want me to come over and stroke her
And she don't wanna make love
So I gotta bend her over and stroke her
We in the mirror (what you mean?) you my bad bitch
Up and down on the counter I attack it
While I stab it, then I grab it
In the back of her mind, I know she thinkin' what happened
Under a spell, I mean it must be magic
For me, for me
Jumpin' out the shower, with my towel on
I'm enjoyin' this, I wan' see you without the towel on
Double cup styrofoam, I'ma taste the lean
Gimme a kiss, lick ya lips, you don't taste the lean?
Taste the lean? That's when she told me booty hole
Booty hole, I put it in her booty hole
Yeah, you go
And she don't wanna make love
She just want me to come over and stroke her
And she don't wanna make love
So I gotta bend her over and stroke her
Guns make my beat, guns make my beat
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If you ain't fuckin' with live mixtapes, you ain't fuckin' with shit
Shout out to, dirty club bastards man
For makin' this day happen
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