Lyrical Breakdown of Ms - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ms" 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 "Ms" 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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Peto One time for A$AP Yams Let's go What's this I see? Niggas tryna act like Gs Got A$AP, got Fergy with me It's a new day, no Black Eyed Peas That's that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah that's that shit (You ain't got no Flacko in your Serato?) Motherfucker better blast that shit Niggas drink quarts of the Clicquot Bitches sniff raw of the kilos Flacko makes sales of the perico She know, went to ATL for my C-Note Remember I ain't never have no home Now I got a penthouse and a beach home Back when I was rockin' at least (2 Chainz) I was trappin' off at least like three phones Me and Yams made the plan Then I paid myself and I gave myself advance Way before I became myself I'd like to thank myself, because I made myself the man It's like lately I ain't myself I'd rather hang myself before I play myself I tell her: "throw on the dress with the pinstripes" Know the one that fit the booty all skin tight, that's right Yeah you that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah move that shit Frontin' like you did it for the fellas Get all the bitches jealous when you do that shit But my neck is gold, the rest is froze Sex and hoes, best of both Girls and girls, perpetual Sippin' slow, Texas throwed Comma, I'm about decimals Chill and get faded I'm surprised that we made it Young niggas know the sky is the limit All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded Chill and get faded Shit, I'm surprised that we made it Nowadays stress overrated All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded I wanna see you take it all off And she just wanna make it harder And we just end up takin' longer Can't impress her with them diamonds though Them diamonds Talkin' 'bout M's Talkin' 'bout M's nigga, M's Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's Nigga, talkin' 'bout M's Nigga, talkin' 'bout M's Nigga, talkin' 'bout M's Make 'em talk about, talkin' 'bout M's nigga Talkin' 'bout M's It's like lately all I ever seem to think about is M's nigga Talkin' 'bout M's See the same thing all up in my bank account M's nigga, talkin' 'bout M's And my YouTube account say the same amount M's nigga, talkin' 'bout M's Money talk and dogs bark I got a pocket full of stones in my stonewashed Lambo, brand new Lambo With tiger stripes on it, call that bitch a golf cart I'm outchea, I'm so outchea, I swear niggas have no idea I swear niggas better wear riot gear Cause I appear and pow! Loud and clear, give 'em diarrhea, oh I re-up tonight, I'mma be up tonight, cookin' a key up tonight Niggas de-up, I slide to the right, throw up a three up in time Put a B up, let's fight, don't get beat up tonight Feet up in my European, I ride with my heater inside Kill you and your dawg, then go put on a shirt that say PETA for life Like you sneeze you untight, you got beef I got white You got beef I got white, I got green, I got white, I got pink I got pints, I got lean, I got ice, I got needles and pipes I got clean, I got right, I got mean, I got nice That's that Tina and Ike, I don't lean on the price I don't cheat on the price Try to cheat on the dice, you get beat on the spot I get keys on the spot and I keep it on lock And I keep it up safe, what you keep in your safe? It's what I spent on my watch and I wave it like Ma$e 'Bout to re-do the face, get a see-through AK I eat seafood and steak But girl I'mma treat you like cake till I get a sweet tooth-toothache But wait let's talk about M's, not about them I love my BMs, I love my YM, ain't no more CM Let's pluck out the stems, let's fuck like a nymph She walk out, she limp, it's dark and we dim Yeah we them niggas, handcuffing him niggas, back up and skim niggas See that we strapped up, we cap up your brim nigga Fill my cup up to the rim nigga Tunechi