Lyrical Breakdown of Look At This - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Look At This" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Uzi Vert weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Look At This" 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 Uzi Vert 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 Uzi Vert's narrative.
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Yeah
Pour it like, yeah
From the 215, yeah
(LX Xander, mercy please)
(Bell Weather, I'm a trendsetter)
215, yeah
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah
I hit my dance, you can't copy moves
I'm on the top, what I got to lose?
She made a mess, that's a sloppy move
And that's your bitch, boy, I'm shocked as you
Lil Uzi, ain't no one hot as you
Been 'round for some time, but a lot to prove
These niggas so fake, got me tired too
I'm rockin' that Prada, I ain't proud of you
I look at the world, yeah, I'm ready for change
I can tell everything is not the same
All white diamonds like pure cocaine
Every time I go out I don't ask for my change
I don't talk, only speak about cheese
I can tell these niggas don't like me
It don't make sense 'cause they look like me
Plus your main bitch wanna have my seed
He don't make cents, so he don't make rent
Cry to a bitch, yeah, that boy, he a simp
Sneak diss, whatchu tryna throw me a hint?
Foreign pound wit' me weigh more than a dent
Opp ass nigga, gon get his ass bent
After that he done, know your nose gets rinsed
Cause that nigga beefin' with the whole damn city
He don't even know who motherfuckin' sent 'em
Yeah
He don't even know who motherfuckin' sent 'em
I don't give a fuck, kill a opp, good riddance
Got dropped by a white man yeah, man, that's a henchman
Drum on the cannon, feel like Nicholas, yeah
So much work, I'm cookin' it, yeah
On that jet, I'm bookin' it, yeah
Kevin Hart, money man, told her look at this
Yeah, yeah
Brand new Lamb', look at this
This my jam, look at this
Chopper with a fan, look at this
All my fans, look at this
Count them bands, look at this
Got her on cam, look at this
I'ma do it all again, look at this (Yeah)
Look at this, look at this (Whoa)
Look at this (Whoa), look at this (Whoa)
Look at this (Whoa), look at this (Whoa)
Look at this (Whoa), look at this (Whoa)
Look at this (Whoa), look at this (Whoa)
Look at this (Whoa), look at this (Yeah)
Look at this (Yeah), look at this (Yeah)
Look at this (Yeah), look at this (Whoa)
Make your girl wet, look at this
I'ma book a jet, look at this
Can't drive the Corvette, look at this (Vroom)
Money my pack, look at this
Now I am the best, yeah
Come on, let's bet, yeah
And I don't even bet, yeah
Put pink diamonds in a Patek, yeah
Hold on, I had to grab her waist
I swerve on this bitch, I'm all over the place
I don't got no heart with the shit I'm resentless
These niggas mad 'cause I'm real cool with Benjamin
If you say Benjamin, talk about the Franklin
Diamonds, water, neck, tank it
I put them diamonds all over my pinky
Take my t-shirt and I got on a tank
Look at my diamonds, my neck they be pink
I broke that bitch up then I broke in the safe
Don't pull over for 12, I'm doin' the race
The cops ever catch me I'm beating the case
Oh you want a purse? Boy, you gotta wait
You suck my dick bitch, before we gon' date
Say that .223 choppa, put that to his face
Now that boy pray to god, he talk to TBJ
Okay, no it's no rules to me, choppa got ruler B
Spent way more than a million dollars my jewelry
My bitch she look mixed to me, my bitch she look rich to me
When I fly out I know my bitch she missin' me
And my pockets, them bitches fatter than {?}
Everything I say, I know that shit history
Don't save they numbers, keep that in my history
Bitch suck my dick after that get some Listerine
Yeah, yeah
Brand new Lamb', look at this
This my jam, look at this
Chopper with a fan, look at this (Yeah)
All my fans, look at this
Count them bands, look at this
Got her on cam, look at this
I'ma do it all again, look at this (Whoa)
Look at this, look at this (Yeah)
Look at this, look at this (Oh)
Look at this, look at this (Yeah)
Look at this, look at this (Whoa)
Look at this, look at this (Yeah)
Look at this, look at this (Whoa)
Look at this, look at this (Yeah)
Look at this, look at this (Whoa)
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