Lyrical Breakdown of Flexing - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Flexing" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Meek Mill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Flexing" 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 Meek Mill 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 Meek Mill's narrative.

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Ah DJ Drama (yeah) Dramatic, nigga (dramatic, dramatic) MMG, nigga (Jahlil Beats, holla at me) Whoo Whoo Stuntin' all on my old hoes (hoes), styling all on my haters (whoo) Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper (whoo) Glock ten with that laser (yeah), fuck around, meet yo' maker (ah) Every month got me pissin' (yeah), fuck around with them papers So I can't smoke no kush (kush), I can't smoke no kush (kush) But I ran through them hoes (hoes), and I ain't talk 'bout Reggie Bush I say y'all fuck niggas so fold (fold), hoes ain't never gon' look (look) In the kitchen with that Pyrex and a nine piece, let me cook, now hold up I went and bought a Phantom 'cause I wanted to (ah) And now I drive the same one some stunnas do (ah) Real nigga (real nigga), hunnid proof (hunnid proof) I'ma need a hunnid M's to make me comfortable (ah) Stuntin' all on my old hoes, stylin' all on my haters (whoo) Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper (whoo) Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers Spent a hunnid racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name 'Cause I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches I be flexin' (flex), flexin' (flex), flexin' on these niggas I be flexin' (flex), flexin' (flex), flexin' on these bitches All I know is just flex (flex), shittin' on my ex (ex) Bad hoes on my team (team), dick 'em down like next (next) I rock YSL so fresh (fresh), fly as hell, no jet (jet) Waves on 36 (six), make that pussy get so wet (ah) She say I'm cocky (huh), I say that's not me (yeah) She call me "papi", and I say, "ven aqui" Wrist wear on hockey (ha), Porsche box like Ali (whoo) My sneaks, they bally (whoo) In my hood, I'm prolly (whoo) Just rollin' 'round in that Ghost (Ghost) Watchin' out for them folks (folks) Heater on my hip (hip), trunk full of that work (work) I say my shooters like Dirk (Dirk), ten racks and you murk (murk) I put that on yo' head nigga (yeah), first week and you dead nigga (ah) I bottle pop (bottle pop), I model pop (model pop) Pull up on them bikes (bikes), let the throttle pop (raw) Niggas know I'm nice (nice), and I got a lot (lot) Like fuck yo' corner (nigga), I buy the block Stuntin' all on my old hoes, stylin' all on my haters (whoo) Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper (whoo) Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers Spent a hunnid racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name 'Cause I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches I be flexin' (flex), flexin' (flex), flexin' on these niggas I be flexin' (flex), flexin' (flex), flexin' on these bitches, oh I don't chase no bitches (flex), I just chase my dreams (flex) We ridin' 'round so dirty in this whip that's so clean (clean) My old head, she 30 but that dick suck so mean And that pussy just so good for that pipe, she my fiend On that pint I just lean (lean), Perc' got me bent (bent) If you ain't talkin' 'bout money (money), you ain't got no sense (nah) Smell it on my clothes (clothes), work got that scent (scent) In that kitchen with them birds, 'bout to serve up that's din'-, hold up OZ's and whole keys, straight white and no trees Great white and OZ's and they might just OD I stay tight with OG's, they know I'm real, nigga Pocket full of them racks and my bank account, Meek Mill, nigga Stuntin' all on my old hoes, stylin' all on my haters (whoo) Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper (whoo) Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers Spent a hunnid racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name 'Cause I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches I be flexin' (flex), flexin' (flex), flexin' on these niggas I be flexin' (flex), flexin' (flex), flexin' on these bitches, oh