Lyrical Breakdown of I Don't Like - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Don't Like" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Don't Like" 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 Wayne 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 Wayne's narrative.
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Girls that don't do girls,
That's that shit I don't like
Dick in the mouth,
Bitch eatin' her out,
That's that shit my girl like
I'm layin' back with my feet up, bad bitch, D cups
All I had was one molly and she took half, prenup
I just licked my thumb and thumbed through that pussy like a catalog
All my niggas wanna fuck, and she gon let us like a salad bar
Yeah that's right, real shit
Murderer I kill kill
Cash Money, cash cow that never cry over spilled milk
I'm way high on the highway, my girl call to get my lies straight
My machine gun go "brrrrr" like I got that bitch on vibrate
Niggas think they hot, I cut off the hand they fan with
Call me DMX, cause I keep me a bad bitch
T called some of them hoes up, Marley G roll up
I'm gettin' bread like cold cuts,
she suck dick till her nose run, yeah
A rich nigga that that shit they don't like
All you niggas pussies, naw none of yo pussy's tight
Gettin' head while I drive make me run lights
These hoes wanna ride my dick you gotta hitchhike
No lie, I'm fuckin' bitches and gettin' paid
She suck my dick for 60 seconds and swallow all my Minute Maid
No lie, I'm gettin' paid and fuckin' bitches
The Feds on me, gotta switch plates
In the streets we call that washin' dishes
Left hand on that steering wheel, right hand on the nine-milly
T-roll my blunt long as a lifespan then I kill it
Eatin' pussy, tongue kissin' and all that
She ridin' a nigga so fast, my dick feel like it's been carjacked
Two guns drawn, art class, what that is thats y'all ass
Mo money, mo money, we gettin' mo like tall grass
We are not one and the same
Blood is the game, you run in my veins
I bagged your bitch then fuck her
Now come get your bitch from baggage claim, nigga!
Dr. Carter, fuck her harder
All my homies bald, nigga
And guess what? I'm the barber
I'm too high if I come down my fat pockets my shock absorber
Like Hang Gathers I'm a diaballer,
you flamin' faggots put him out with water
Ugh! See that's that shit I don't like
Knock off your whole left side, now you all right
Yeah white diamonds, Vanilla Ice
My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice
Dedication 4, ho
(My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice)
CB fuck with me!