Lyrical Breakdown of This What I Call Her - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "This What I Call Her" 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 "This What I Call Her" 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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A... A Fee I Saw This Girl The Otha Day She Gave Me Her Number Right U Think I Should Call Her(U Betta Nigga) I Think I Should Call Her(U Betta Nigga) U Think I Should Call Her(U Betta Nigga) I Should Call Her(Betta) When I Call Her Imma Be Like Imma Be Like A Should I Be Like Darling? Or Should I Call Her... Beautiful Or Somethin Nice Ya Kno(Give Her That Sweet) That Sweet Shit? Should I Just Be Like Bitch! How Bout Ms.? Ms.? Ms.?(Yea Man) O-Kay Ms... Butter Pecan Caramel, Southern Bell She Hotter Than A Summer Day In Hell Im Under Her Spell She Say Her Name Is Chantell She Say She Gotta Man I Cant Tell Becuz When We Be Rockin We Get It Poppin Like An Like Right Up In The Hotel Maybe The Staitwell She Blows Kisses To My Hand-Held She'A And Angle Her Names Hould Be Angel Im Blessed, I Kill Her Wit The Rich Man Smell She Gotta Wet Man Holdin Ya Mans Fell Wooo I Slipped In Her Inkwell I Saw Jelly Fish And Sea-Shells, No Further Details I Love The Smell Of A Female And Your One Hella Of A Female, Im Tellin Ya Female Get In The Cl And Let It Be Sweet Sailin And Late Night Emailin Oo, She Feel Me Oo Fee Fee Fee I Say She Feel Me Fee, I Think, I Think She Feelin Me Man Yeaa I Think She Diggin Me Ma I Think She Feelin Me Man Ok I Call Her On The Late Night, It Was Late right I Was On Her Ass Like Some Break Lights But I Aint Stop For The Red Lights We Get It Poppin Til' The Red & Blue Lights Come Knockin Neighboors Keep Trippin, We Keep Fuckin Sex Revolution, Baby Im Comin To The Hall Way That Leads To Ya Stomach Momma, Imma Keep Pumpin Til Ya Scream Young Money & Me & Ya Boyfriend Is Not The Same I Goes Down Like A Stock Exchange, & Then I Bring It Up ...Excuse Me, I Drink I'Ll Leave Ya Soakin Wet From Ya Ankle Up, Shuckssssss ...Im Too Much ...Fee Im Too Much Yeeaaa Im Too Much Baby Girl You Can Call Me Ya Slut Yeaa, U Can Call Me Ya Slut Baby I'Ll Be Yo Slut Baby ...Im Too Much Young Money Mothafucka We Bout To Rule The World Well If Not, We About To Rule The Girls