Lyrical Breakdown of Look Back At It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Look Back At It" 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 "Look Back At It" 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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Uh (Winners Circle) Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it) Made a couple mill', now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin) I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (damn, damn) Atlanta bitch with a Miami cuban Touch it, I up it, I go Call of Duty Won't let him fuck but I might let him chew me Big booty, his mama think I'm a hoochie (ha) Just like these baguettes, yeah, that pussy wet I don't only got a check on the internet Top floor, penthouse where I'm sittin' at He a trick, I'ma make a nigga send that Don't bring up no TV show, bitch, I been bodied that I got a Birkin as big as a body bag Freak like a circus, on dick, I'm an acrobat If you can't eat it, just spell out the alphabet Yeah (mmm), pussy make a nigga say "Mmm" Hop in that 'Vette and I vroom Black truck behind me, it's full of them goons (grrah) Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it) Made a couple mill', now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin) I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (damn, damn) Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it) Made a couple mill', now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin) I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (damn, damn) Brand new baguetties (ice) He tryna slurp me up like some spaghetti (uh) He fell in love when he met me (he met me) I fuck that nigga life up if he let me (on God) I don't do the internet, bitch, it be messy Opp in the party, get popped like confetti Ain't impressed by money, that lil' shit petty Niggas get intimidated when a bitch talk heavy Got 'em tryna do what I do (I do) Drop the nigga, bounce back with two Flood the wrist but I coulda went cool You can come up from nothin', I'm proof (I'm proof) Bitch, you couldn't walk a mile in my shoes I catch a flight to Cali' just to see a new view How we got the same 24 but you still broke? I can't give a bum nigga no excuse (hell no) Ass on fat, make a nigga look back (back) I'ma shop when I land, I ain't even gon' pack (no) I be switchin' out niggas like a motherfuckin' mat First Atlanta rap bitch with a muhfuckin' plaque (on God) Make a nigga wanna grab at it, yeah Drop a nigga like a bad habit, yeah Got him jumpin' on the bandwagon Signed to RCA but this pussy atlantic Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it) Made a couple mill', now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin) I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit Ass so fat, make a nigga wanna grab at it I know it's all there, I don't gotta look back at it (look back at it) Made a couple mill', now I'm in another tax bracket (Birkin) I let him hit it once and never call, it's a bad habit (damn, damn)