Lyrical Breakdown of I Do What I Want - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Moneybagg Yo weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Do What I Want" 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 Moneybagg Yo 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 Moneybagg Yo's narrative.

This lyrical analysis of "I Do What I Want" not only celebrates Moneybagg Yo's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

Smoking dope out my ace out my out Audi Before I came up I would doubt it Now my shows super crowded Bad bitches scream and shout Nun but gangsta niggas around me Fresh in the game, I'm in my prime I drop hits, not no dimes And I ain't lying in my rhymes Plug called, he got ten peas Imma get that shit going in a hurry I don't touch the dope like it got rapies Got that 30 on me Stephen Curry Getting paper, haters still talking And the ride clean and they still walking Sauce dripping when I walk dawg Styrofoam full of [?] Talking about trying me, you better yield dawg Ain't playing man, I'm for real dawg She gave me fine head on the peal dawg Hit her from the back with her heels on I do what I want I do what you don't (I do this shit nigga for real) The ice on my neck and arm, it got me on I want that Rollie on my wrist When the light hit that bitch glizzin Want that Audi, yeah that coup When it's hot, let back the roof What this money that don't fold Bad bitch, designer clothes All my niggas getting dough Wake up in designer stores, hey, yeah I do what I want I do what you don't for real I do what I want I do what you don't for real I do what I want I do what you don't I do what I want I do what you don't Smelling like Dolce The bitch want to kiss me but I don't do no smoochie I'm like hold up lil bitch I know you suck dick, you must think that i'm stupid Yeah I stay in exclusive I woke up in Louis, my shades by Gucci My niggas in jewels house I fuck with Baton Rouge Aye shout out to Boosie Hey I'm winning, you losing I keep the toolie, get smoked like you new to this shit I'm stacking, I'm flipping Don't call me like [?] I'm doping, I'm smoking, I'm blazing the fruity Need some water, call me out, lips looking pooky From serving them people who look just like pooky In the [?] super choppa I feel so [?] Roll by and I chunk up a deuce Pull up then poured up a deuce Thinking about which bitch I can scoop Dick in so and hear me like Ouuu, yeah I do what you don't You don't, I do it yeah I do what I want I ran up some money then blew it I want that Rollie on my wrist When the light hit that bitch glizzin Want that Audi, yeah that coup When it's hot, let back the roof What this money that don't fold Bad bitch, designer clothes All my niggas getting dough Wake up in designer stores, hey, yeah I do what I want I do what you don't for real I do what I want I do what you don't for real I do what I want I do what you don't I do what I want I do what you don't