Lyrical Breakdown of Wit The Shits (W.T.S) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wit The Shits (W.T.S)" 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 "Wit The Shits (W.T.S)" 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.
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C-Sick, C-Sick, C-Sick Uh, Shawty was frontin', now she throw that pussy at me ( Throwin' that pussy) Told her meet Me at the clearport, she got happy ( She got hyped) Nigga, you don't want these problems, Lil Scrappy ( You don't want problems) If you talk, when you see me, Just don't dap me, For real Back on my savage shit, got that pussy off accident ( Yeah) F*ckin' these ratchet bitches, stay on her knee like Kaepernick, Yeah I just been havin' it, lovin' this money, I'm passionate, Yeah Once I f*ck like Meechy, hoe, Give you my ass to kiss, pause Nigga said he hit my hoe, so what? Nigga, I hit that too, yeah She said she don't swallow, Grow up This shit grown-ups do, Uh I'ma put a check on your bitch ass Homie gon' spin back through, Yeah Catch you on the block where you swim with the gang Turn your whole shit Piru-ru Get some pussy on a plane ( On a plane) This the type shit that I do ( I do) Who your WCW? ( Who dat?) The the type of hoes I screw ( I screw) This the type of hoes I got ( I got) New Hermes flip flops ( Sheesh) If ain't got no time for the hoe and I really like her, she'll get a wrist watch ( Gang) Do a split on the dick ( Do a split) If you really with the shits, lil' bitch ( Lil' bitch) She ask her friends ( What?), " Should I let him hit?" ( What they say?) She say, " Girl, you better f*ck him if he rich" He gettin' it, bad bitch, hittin' it ( Whoa) New foreign, whippin it ( Skrt) Blue face, crippin' it ( Crippin' it) I go all day, count them Benjamins ( Benjis) I'm rich, really is You sick, syphilis ( Yeah, uh) ¿Quién es la mami que manda? No tienes mula so yo te di banda ' Tamos fuma'o de la ganja Pila de tigueres, Rabia con armas I let them eat up The nana, then bone a nigga, like, " See you mañana" Baddest lil' bitch in my genre I got your baby that's F*ckin' up commas Icy, icy, icy, Drip all on me, watch me when I move ( When I move) If you like 'em freaky, baby, she could come here, too ( For real?) You could eat this pussy while I watch her F*ckin' you Call that hoe a Uber when we done, it's up to you ( Oh, yeah) Who your MCM? Bitch, I make him swipe I won't mention these hoes, I might give them likes I just want The head, you can spend the night ( Oh my god) Kissin' him sloppy, Callin' him papi, that shit get him hype ( Qué perro) Do a split on the dick ( Do a split) If you really with the shits, lil' bitch ( Lil' bitch) She ask her friends ( What?), " Should I let him hit?" ( What they say?) She say, " Girl, you better f*ck him if he rich" He gettin' It, bad bitch, hittin' it New foreign, whippin it ( Skrt) Blue face, crippin' it ( Crippin' it) I go all day, count them Benjamins ( Benjis) I'm rich, really is You sick, syphilis ( Yeah, uh)