Lyrical Breakdown of Every Balmain - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Every Balmain" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kodak Black weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Every Balmain" 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 Kodak Black 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 Kodak Black's narrative.
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L Beats
My name ain't Louis, but I'll strong-arm you niggas
Rockin' Louis like I'm Armstrong
Bitch, I think my nine broke
I got every Balmain top
Bitch, this dick is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog
Damn near look like Tom Brady, yeah
If 12 pull up, we ain't related, dawg
If 12 pull up, we ain't related
Brand new baby, I surrogated
That money just keep on generatin', yeah
Ran up and I came in it
Givin' it to her raw
Say Ariel for Thanksgiving
I'ma switch your car, sweetie
I'ma show my boss I'm handlin' business
That thing I rock be tailor fitted
Lil' shawty love to give me meddеd top
Pullin' up, Cullinan, all season
I ain't bluffin', I'm callin' it how I see it
My niggas do numbers, we undеfeated
Had everything but a mausoleum
Big bank on me like 2:00 a.m.
Fish tank look like museum
Shawty got me woozy
Girl, why you wore that two-piece?
Remember stealin' mopeds
The molly keep me on edge
Lil' shawty love to give me medded top
I'ma show my boss I'm handlin' business
That thing I rock be tailor-fitted
Lil' shawty love to give me medded top
Rockin' Louis like I'm Armstrong
Bitch, I think my nine broke
I got every Balmain top
Bitch, this dick is not yours
Sweater with the rhinestone
Bought my girl a Pomeranian dog
Damn near look like Tom Brady, yeah
If 12 pull up, we ain't related, dawg
If 12 pull up, we ain't related
Brand new baby, I surrogated
That money just keep on generatin', yeah
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Cutthroat bear, Kodak play
I'm slayin' her, I'm slayin' her
You pussy niggas don't wear enough
I ain't even tryna get jammed up
Keep switchin' up, brand new Android
Feel like the feds be watchin' me everywhere I go, I'm paranoid
Still keep a nine millimeter on me
All my fingers got Super Bowl rings
How you gon'-, how are you sleepin' on me?
Lil' nigga, I do big ol' things
Mask on 'cause these bitches be sick
Racks on me, 'bout to pay for a hit
Keep hand sanitizer 'cause you niggas be dirty
Bet I get all of my Balmain early
Catch me outside, lil' nigga, it's lit
My P.O. fine, I'ma tell her to quit
She already know I got meth in my piss
Everybody know it be death in this bitch
Fuck what the paper say, that ain't my jit
If brady pull up, nigga, that ain't my stick
The police be askin' 'bout murders and shit
I'ma stand up, nigga, I'll take me a sit
Kill Bill, mam pam, prrrrt, grrt
I'm gleerious, they curious
I'm sweatin' up bitch, I respect my dick
I won't fuck no ho on her period
Shawty say she want CC, I ain't even got no email
I'm pullin' up, Cullinan, all season
Pullin' up, Cullinan, all season