Lyrical Breakdown of Funk Flex | #Freestyle147 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Funk Flex | #Freestyle147" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Baby weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Funk Flex | #Freestyle147" 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 Lil Baby employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Ooh Yeah Ooh My turn My turn out everywhere Ooh Let's get it foo Ooh Me getting rich, ain’t no coincidence She with domestic shit, I had to leave the bitch I get checks and they be confidential Yeah my numbers crazy, I don't need a bitch Lamborghini with the top off Tryna do the dash, fuck a speeding ticket Fuck around and got my gang cracking Different labels wanna have a meeting with me Bitches lying like she creeping with me Knowing damn well she ain't sleeping with me In the summer time I had a heater with me Who the fuck was saying I ain't lit? I just spent 20 racks on my kids outfit Baby mama bum, she don't got shit Why you tell my son that I'm not shit? You know I'm the reason that he got shit Rolls Royce truck off white like butter All these niggas in trouble All these hoes be fucking Dawg you can love her, don't trust her Ain't even flexed my muscles And I had to bust his bubble I ain't too rich for no scuffle You try me I'm bucking Fucking them hoes then bucking Told her go slow when you sucking You won't know when I'm cumming How you be humble with all of this money Can't go back to nothing, it's different for me Dior, Dior, Dior, Dior I put on that shit like that shit be for free All this turn up, turn up, turn up Magic City man and I keep this bitch I be stepping on niggas they under my f- Keep my Glock in my hand ain't no-one to deceit Yeah, you won't even know what's now All of us on our cars All of our jewellery flawless All of us getting to the motherfucking money You won't even know what's now All of our jewellery flawless All of us on our cars All of us getting to the motherfucking money Y’know what it is Funk Flex (Hoes in here) Lil Baby, we here, woo, grrrh (I’m out, hoes in here) Grrrrh, haha (Yeah)