Lyrical Breakdown of Multiple Flows - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Multiple Flows" 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 "Multiple Flows" 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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Woah, wow, okay
Lil Uzi Vert
Who? (All the money on me)
It's Lil Uzi Vert
What? (Let's go)
Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?
It's Lil Uzi Vert
Damn, I got a plan
Multiple flows, I get multiple bands (What?)
Countin' it like I got multiple hands
Got multiple hoes every time that I land
I walked in this bitch with only five bands (Huh?)
Roll a dice, times that two, now I got ten
Roll a dice, my niggas movin' at ten (Ayy)
My bitches either sell weed or they scam (Ayy)
Water my neck, my shit look like a dam
TEC-9 a beaver, that shit do not jam
I will not wear no Evisus again (Ayy)
Number Nine, it's like Evisu times ten (What? Yeah)
We got them choppers that come with a vent (Ayy)
Electronic clip, it come with a sim
My Brooklyn bitch, she came with some Timbs (Ayy, huh?)
She tellin' her friends, I came with some M's (Ayy, damn)
Workin' your bitch out in my private gym (Damn)
Nigga, I'm workin' her center (Her center, woah)
Bend her over 'cause I'm 'bout to enter (Bend her over)
Like I'm intercontinental (Continental, woah, yeah, yeah)
Shot an opp on the, uh, accidental (Ayy)
Hit his teeth, need to call up his dental (Ayy)
None of my shooters on camera (Ayy, ayy)
Like Lil Uzi is a Amish member (Ayyy, yeah)
Fuck my enemies and my foes (Ayy)
I can tell these niggas all hoes
When I come around, say they my bro
When I leave, say they fuck my hoe
I spend five thousand for a coat
So you know I can't catch a cold
You said "Five thousand? I'm dumb" (Ayy)
I said "For five thousand you broke" (Ayy)
Man, we go hang a pussy with a rope
That boy on Fentanyl and the soap (Woo)
Bitch, I was high off the dope (What?)
Pull up a double R, and I coast (Ayy)
Let the opps pull up to the show (Yeah)
We gon' put they ass in a glove
Rudolph, hit his ass in the nose (Nose)
Man, I put that shit on gang
Damn, I got a plan (Yeah)
Multiple flows, I get multiple bands (Yeah)
Countin' it like I got multiple hands (Yeah)
Got multiple hoes every time that I land (Yeah)
I walked in this bitch with only five bands (Woah)
Roll a dice, times that two, now I got ten (Woah)
Roll a dice, my niggas movin' at ten (Woah)
My bitches either sell weed or they scam
Trust no man, not even the man in the mirror
My vibe in the mansion, she playin' in the mirror
I fuck her, get dressed, and go handle my business
This shit on my neck got my head on a swivel
I'm drownin' my dream like my bed is a river
I wake up in beast mode, I ate her like Skittles
I'm colorblind, and I fade to black it look similar
To white, gold and platinum and grey and to silver
I bust down a bustdown, that's self-motivation
I bust on her skin, now she exfoliatin'
I treat that nina like forever my lady
Got two extendos, that's a 30 for 30
You ain't from around here, we need verification
These rocks is so big like I'm wearing a glacier
These streets is so cold, nigga, hell a vacation
I'm street smart, lil' woadie, that's edumacation
And I had told young boy to watch out for old head
I told young boy that I knock off his old head
Told him I put his head right next to your head
I give my young boys the go 'head, code red
I don't sip nothin' but yurple, no red
She gon' hop on me, do circles, go 'head
I'ma hop out the convertible, no head
I'm lookin' mosaic, killin' hoes, OJ
Huh, and I was so trippy
I looked in the mirror, I didn't resemble me, nigga
We was so litty, I forgot to tip her
But she say, "You could Venmo me, nigga"
Niggas keep trippin' I looked up at God and swear
He say, "Send me a nigga"
I'm Weezy F Baby, and please say the F
Like John F. Kennedy, nigga
I was so litty, I looked in the mirror
And started to envy me, nigga
We was so litty, I forgot to tip her
But she know it's M-O-B, nigga
I got a plan, I fucked that lil' homie, it got out of hand
Wait, I'm not a fan, she gave me her only, but I'm not a fan
Damn, (Ooh) I got a plan
Multiple flows, I get multiple bands
Countin' it like I got multiple hands
Got multiple hoes every time that I land (Land)
I walked in this bitch with only five bands (Yeah)
Roll a dice, times that two, now I got ten
Roll a dice, my niggas movin' at ten
My bitches either sell weed or they scam (Ayy)
Water my neck, my shit look like a dam
TEC-9 a beaver, that shit do not jam
I will not wear no Evisus again (No)
Number nine, it's like Evisu times ten
We got them choppers that come with a vent
Electronic clip, it come with a sim (Yeah)
My Brooklyn bitch, she came with some Timbs (Yeah)
She tellin' her friends, I came with some M's (Lil' bitch)
Yeah, add it up, add it up
Fucked that lil' homie, it got out of hand (Ayy)
Hey, hey, I'm not a fan (Ayy)
She gave me her only, but I'm not a fan (Ayy), no
Wait, I got a plan (Ayy)
Shout out to fam, shout out to fam (Ayy)
Yeah, I got a plan (Ayy)
Lil Tunechi, Lil Uzi, that's a power plan (Ayy)