Lyrical Breakdown of Blick Sum - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Blick Sum" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Latto weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Blick Sum" 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 Latto 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 Latto's narrative.

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I don't trust no man without no blicky 'Cause when shit get sticky, where the fuck that blicky at? Why ya got no blicky, boy? Step for me Throw up your set for me Get in the field, go get that check for me That pistol get that pussy wet, now come have sex with me Blick sum' (Blick, boop) Blick sum' (Blick, pew) Hit some (Hit) If you love me (Pew, pew, pew) Blick sum' (Yeah) Blick sum' (Brrr-ah) Hit some (Ooh) If you love me That gangster shit, it turn me on That .22 ain't gon' do, that 90 get me out my thong, ah Don't get me wrong, I'm gangster bitch But I tell bae, "Go gеt the switch," you know he pull up spankin' shit Blick sum if you love mе (Nigga), hit some if you love me (Huh) Better not put nobody but your opps above me Passy princess when we slide through Know them niggas ain't on nothin' Super thick You know I'm sittin' pretty when that shit get ugly (Mwah) Put it in my purse, he know I shoot first He know who to call, make niggas fall like Life Alert Come out clean when I do dirt, my shirt got nothing but chains on it Miss me with that bull before I have 'em put some wings on you (Brrr) Step for me (Step) Throw up your set for me (Throw up your set, ah) Get in the field, go get that check for me (Get that check) That pistol get that pussy wet, now come have sex with me (Sex) Blick sum' (Blick, boop) Blick sum' (Blick, pew) Hit some (Hit) If you love me (Pew, pew, pew) (Huh?) Blick sum' (Yeah) (Huh?) Blick sum' (Brrr-ah) Hit some (Ooh) If you love me I love a drummer boy, ba-rumpa rump bum (Bum) Like-like come here, daddy, let me fix your loose screw Buss for me like I buss for you Ride for me like I ride on you (Okay) Every whip BP, this door so heavy, like my ass He don't leave the house without the, uh, or his mask Y'all should put y'all boyfriends out on Thursday, they be trash Doorman got you thinking he a stepper, you so green Makin' that shit up, these niggas be so Maybelline Don't get it confused though 'cause he's gon' still swing (Boop) Damn, it might be the Clayton County in me Damn, make it clap for you, now clap something for me Brrr Step for me (Step) Throw up your set for me (Throw up your set) Get in the field, go get that check for me (Get that check) That pistol get that pussy wet, now come have sex with me (Sex) Blick sum' (Blick, boop) Blick sum' (Blick, pew) Hit some (Hit) If you love me (Pew, pew, pew) (Huh?) Blick sum' (Yeah, ha) (Huh?) Blick sum' (Brrr-ah) Hit some (Ooh) If you love me With a gangsta Yeah, I just fell in love with a gangsta With a gangsta Gold grills twisting up his fingers Oh, okay, oh, okay Yeah, yeah, oh, okay Quiet down, bitch, quiet down Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna fight? Okay