Lyrical Breakdown of Manuevering - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Manuevering" 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 "Manuevering" 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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Kodak
Kodak, Project Baby
Kodak, Kodak
If it ain't no dollars then it ain't no deals
If it ain't no dollars then it ain't no deals
Stick and move everyday
Tryna run it up all you niggas in the way
I can't stop doin' it
I'm finessin', I be outchea maneuvering
Hit up then I'm shakin' it
Pay attention if you slippin' then I'm takin' it
I'ma keep doin' it
I'm finessin', I be flexin' and maneuvering
Ricky Bobby, watch me hit you wit' it
I'm a go-getter homie, I will come and get it
Feel like Bo Deale, I'm just tryna stack a milli
On the road to riches, I ain't worried bout these bitches
And I'm switchin' gears like a transmission
I am on a mission nigga, mind yo' damn business
Neighborhood star, Og Kush in my cigar
She don't wanna fuck me, say she wanna fuck my car
She don't like me she attracted to my Audemar
I maneuver, nigga you a loser
I keep .5 on me, call me Carlos Boozer
I parked the red Jag', pulled up in a new one, blue one
Stick and move everyday
Tryna run it up all you niggas in the way
I can't stop doin' it
I'm finessin', I be outchea maneuvering
Hit up then I'm shakin' it
Pay attention if you slippin' then I'm takin' it
I'ma keep doin' it
I'm finessin', I be flexin' and maneuvering
They like, "Dang Kodak, do yo' thang Kodak
All that Gucci on yo' body, you the man, Kodak"
I just poured four ounces in a root beer
I be in the field, call me John Deere
All these haters in the room gotta get from 'round here
I'm in route, I be in and out she say she wanna chill
Dropped that neck then I left 'cause I ain't got no time to chill
I be runnin' through checks, I'm all about a dollar bill
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, boy, you flawin' I can tell
I finessed 'em, hit his hive then I got up outta there
Got a couple niggas ready, Pompano to Lauderdale
I'm so tired of collard greens, I need some fuckin' lobster tails
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Stick and move everyday
Tryna run it up all you niggas in the way
I can't stop doin' it
I'm finessin', I be outchea maneuvering
Hit up then I'm shakin' it
Pay attention if you slippin' then I'm takin' it
I'ma keep doin' it
I'm finessin', I be flexin' and maneuvering