Lyrical Breakdown of Kylie Grande - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Kylie Grande" 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 "Kylie Grande" 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.
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I want Kylie Jenner twerkin' to this
And I want Ariana twerkin' to this
I want Kylie Jenner twerkin' to this
I want Ariana twerkin' to this
Every once in a while, we used to turn up, turn up, turn up
Think about them times I used to turn up with you
I feel we countin' lead, we burn up, burn up, burn up
We was just playin' 'round, but now I'm stuck with you
On Grandma, yeah, I booked a PJ, just me and my niggas
We used to fantasize this life when we was high off jiggas
Rollin' them wankies, you done told me that you love me
By the meantime stackin' water, ain't civilizin'
You Chain Gang with a crooked knife
Goin' through it, I ain't sympathize
Lord knows I was almost blind
Blowin' smoke, in your mama house
Overdosin' on gunpowder
Hopin' that was my role model
Hope Weezy could take me shoppin'
While he bought me every Jordan that came out, that's on my baby Snipe
And the chain gang with a baby knife
Deuce, deuce in my Timberland and a glove on
This ain't a thug song, it's a love song
I'ma hit her raw with my gloves on and my ski mask
Still remember that night I was at your crib and I just came from a drill
My Kylie, I miss you, where would I be without my pistol?
It's gon' be hard to let you go, my bae
Every night, I didn't use to cut up, cut up, cut up
You just crossed the line this time, I'm so done with you
You crossed the line this time, I'll never forgive you
And I just gotta let you go, my bae
Every night, I didn't use to cut up, but you ain't ever take it this far
You feel the same way like me, you ain't nothin'
I got the same rims on that I just re-painted, huh
Yeah, I put the Maybach on Forgies if I could
You wouldn't ignore me if you would
I'm puttin' turkeys in the hood too much
From where I'm standin', I can see God smilin'
I could've sworn I felt raindrops fallin'
I lost my life for y'all, I smoked a whole ID
Ay, Kylie Jenner where you at I'm goin' Scottie
Baby, where should I meet you?
Quebaja, I teach you shawty
I can see the moon
Any shout out I can reach ya way
I can see the moon
Walking on the moon
Put a cut down and a blunt up but once in a blue moon I try up off it
I had to let you go you had me so exhausted
Bought my grandma a mansion, she rather stay in a forest
My Granny ducked off in the woods
You know what I'm tryna say I come through beat around the bush
My snipers on then roof they throwing money in the hood
You ain't never seen a vulture cry you looking at a wolf
I don't cry love, I just barking at the moon
I ain't never been a dummy, but I crash for real
I snucked in a pound of runtz factory sealed
I got the same juice that Tupac killed
You know what it is
Still got "Asian's Face" tatted in on my ribs swallow mouth full of them pills
Bumpin' Juice WRLD in the crib baby
I done spent Half a million on a clip my niggas would kill me
If I switch that's why I still be in the brinks sandy
I want Arianna in here booty shaking
Baby where should I meet you?
Baby where should I meet you
Face tat', face titties on a clip, yeah, face titties or your business