Lyrical Breakdown of Selling Lashes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Selling Lashes" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Durk weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Selling Lashes" 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 Durk 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 Lil Durk's narrative.
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(Wait, Matthew, did you make this?)
I love to fuck, I love to fuck, I love to fuck
She got her tummy tuck, her tummy tuck, her tummy tuck
She a slutty slut, a slutty slut, a slutty slut
Her pussy good, when I can taste it, I'm like, "What the fuck?"
Selling lashes, she tryna get her money up
She got money out the mud, yeah, double up
She can tell whenever it's drug money, it's crumpled up
She just tryna find a vender to get her bundles up
When that pussy so good, I'm like, "What the fuck?"
She on top when she ride, I might burst a nut
You tryna kill my vibe, I don't even say what's up
And I showed 'em all my lifestyle, but it ain't enough
I remember I had the bond out, she paid a dub
I don't trust none of these groupie hoes, don't give 'em hugs
My first time went and bust down gave me a rush
You prove that you a slut, you cannot be trust
I can't even lie, I done fell in love
I fell out with my dog, that shit was tough
As long as niggas don't slime me out, I don't give a fuck
I done seen young niggas die, oh
It don't matter who you love, the magic relationships ain't what it seem
It don't matter who you love, that shit go off loyalty
I gave her 31 kisses, Halloween
I'ma go get her diamonds, yeah
Expensive veneer, I'm smiling, yeah
Don't ask me about no crop-top, your titties big, yeah
I told her I'm a lil' jealous when we in public, yeah
I love to fuck, I love to fuck, I love to fuck
She got her tummy tuck, her tummy tuck, her tummy tuck
She a slutty slut, a slutty slut, a slutty slut
Her pussy good, when I can taste it, I'm like, "What the fuck?"
Selling lashes, she tryna get her money up
She tryna get her money up
Selling lashes, she tryna get her money up
She tryna get her money up