Lyrical Breakdown of Find Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Find Out" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Megan Thee Stallion weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Find Out" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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12:09
30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga
Hmm, yeah (yeah), I'm tryna find out (find out)
Get up in these insides, don't worry 'bout my ring size
Laid out on his king-size, like, "How the fuck we get here?" (How the fuck we get here)
How I go from ghosting you to makin' that dick disappear? (Fuck, fuck)
I'm tryna fuck around and find out (yeah), let me know what's up (let me know what's up)
Keep givin' me them eyes (yeah), boy, I'm tryna fuck (boy, I'm tryna fuck)
Your bitch tryna catch a fade 'cause I caught a nut (ba-ba-baow)
He my lil' whoopty-woo, my lil' uh-uh-uh
Uh, it ain't personal (nope)
I can't let him get no ammo in his arsenal (nope)
Ain't no pictures in his mirror, ain't no lashes on his sink
If a bitch come over here, she ain't gon' never know 'bout me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cut the neck off (hmm), Wizard Kelly with it
I got a mansion, but fuck it, we in a telly with it
He eatin' vegan pussy (ah), he eatin' healthy with it (yeah)
Make the pussy smile, told him, "Take a selfie with it" (yeah, yeah, yeah, ah)
Hmm, yeah (yeah), I'm tryna find out (find out)
Get up in these insides, don't worry 'bout my ring size
Laid out on his king-size, like, "How the fuck we get here?" (How the fuck we get here)
How I go from ghosting you to makin' that dick disappear? (Fuck, fuck)
I'm tryna fuck around and find out (yeah), let me know what's up (let me know what's up)
Keep givin' me them eyes (yeah), boy, I'm tryna fuck (boy, I'm tryna fuck)
Your bitch tryna catch a fade 'cause I caught a nut (ba-ba-baow)
He my lil' whoopty-woo, my lil' uh-uh-uh (ay, look)
Y'all hoes do the most and get less, bet the same nigga you bug is my pest
Before I get played, I play with myself, cross me, I don't care, I'm still blessed
Why you stalk a bitch you don't miss? 222, he tryna give tip
Yeah, he might be ringing your line, but I'm still the one he misses
We gon' fuck around and have to run it back
You lookin' good, I need some of that (yeah)
Like he got a collar on, I'ma always know where my dog at
Give me back shots in the kitchen, we both cummin' while we kissin'
He say, "Damn, this shit hittin', now I see why these niggas trippin'" (ah)
Hmm, yeah (yeah), I'm tryna find out (find out)
Get up in these insides, don't worry 'bout my ring size
Laid out on his king-size, like, "How the fuck we get here?" (How the fuck we get here)
How I go from ghosting you to makin' that dick disappear? (Fuck, fuck)
I'm tryna fuck around and find out (yeah), let me know what's up (let me know what's up)
Keep givin' me them eyes (yeah), boy, I'm tryna fuck (boy, I'm tryna fuck)
Your bitch tryna catch a fade 'cause I caught a nut (ba-ba-baow)
He my lil' whoopty-woo, my lil' uh-uh-uh
He my lil' whoopty-woo, my lil' uh-uh-uh
He my lil' whoopty-woo, my lil' uh-uh-uh
He my lil' whoopty-woo, my lil' uh-uh-uh
I'm tryna fuck around and find out, let me know what's up (ah)
12:09
30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga