Lyrical Breakdown of RNB - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "RNB" 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 "RNB" 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.
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Oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh (28 sh-)
Brr, ayy
Creep, creep, my lil' secret, she don't have to be (have to be)
I just need you 'bout it, 'bout it like you Master P (Master P)
Please, the body, body, it's a masterpiece (ah)
Freak, I throw it deep, then put that a- to sleep
Cheap, he was cheap, b-, that wasn't me (me)
Cheat, had to cheat on him, and that's because of me (that's because of me)
Heat, when I'm in the streets, can't get one on me (on me)
She a real -, I call her RNB, yeah (on me)
Ayo, real -, call me RNB (ooh)
His ex b- mad than they oughta be (kyuh)
Body a work of art like the Mona Li' (grrr)
See, it's a lot of y'all, only one of me (uh)
We don't make love, we be f-, that's G sh-
If he gotta put a opp down, I don't see sh-
I keep his secrets, I let him beast it
Kissin' on my thighs and my breast, he two-pieced it
I just wanna watch him do his push-ups with his sweats on
Every time he hit it, he gon' nail it like a press-on
When I ride his d-, the only time he gettin' flexed on
Hit it from the back with my pumps and my dress on (ooh)
If you love me, baby, tattoo my whole name
We be laughin' while they hatin' 'cause they so lame
Other n- shoot they shot, but they got no aim (no aim)
Creep, creep, my lil' secret, she don't have to be (woah)
I just need you 'bout it, 'bout it like you Master P (Master P)
Please, the body, body is a masterpiece (masterpiece)
Freak, I throw it deep, then put that ass to sleep (baow, baow, baow)
Cheap, he was cheap, b-, that wasn't me (wasn't me)
Cheat, had to cheat on him, and that's because of me ('cause of me)
Heat, when I'm in the streets, can't get one on me (oh, oh, oh)
She a real -, I call her RNB, yeah
She my RNB
F- her to some R&B, make me wanna sing
That sh- sound like harmony when she moan for me
And that cat baby fat like Kimora Lee
Pop that p- for a real n-
I'ma mop that p- like a spill, n-
Make her pop that p- like a pill, n-
I'ma make her swap that p- for a real n-
If she get a opp, that p-, I'ma kill that b-
I don't adopt that p-, bitch, I kidnap it
I make her lock that p- and conceal that -
'Bout to buy a fake booty for a real-a-, yeah
Creep, creep, my lil' secret, she don't have to be (woah)
I just need you 'bout it, 'bout it like you Master P (Master P)
Please, the body, body, it's a masterpiece (oh)
Freak, I throw it deep, then put that ass to sleep
Cheap, he was cheap, b-, that wasn't me (wasn't me)
Cheat, had to cheat on him, and that's because of me ('cause of me)
Heat, when I'm in the streets, can't get one on me (oh)
She a real -, I call her RNB (woah)
Lingerie on, I hope you waitin' for me, baby
My friends say you ain't sh-, they hatin' on my baby (baby)
Off the '42, we f- around and make some babies (oh, no-no-no)
'Member when them boys pulled you over and we skated? (Baby)
Lingerie on, I hope you waitin' for me, baby (brrr, hello?)
Your friends still hatin', sh-, they hatin' on me, baby (oh)
We was on the block, now it's houses and they gated (oh)
I got a lot of b-, they ain't f- with my baby
Uh, oh, baby
Oh, baby
Oh, yeah