Lyrical Breakdown of Four Door Aventador - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Nicki Minaj weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Four Door Aventador" 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 Nicki Minaj 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 Nicki Minaj's narrative.

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Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four-door, no floor Hit me on the celly, watching Belly God's son, I can see they study Makaveli Peanut butter Benz, got 'em jelly at the deli If you feeling like a ninja, I got a machete Hell yeah, them girls bad, but I'm f-g heavy I'ma f-k around and have 'em looking like spaghetti I say some s-t, he be like "Yo, you so legendary" But he can tell just by my face, he ain't gettin' any, kyuh Plenty morefor you, boy We in the funky four-door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four-door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Meet me at the Rucker, take the Bruckner It's just me and Young Yucka, takin' suckers For they money and they whips, puttin' kitten on lips Dividin' them dividends, get the money and dip Keys to the n-s safe, put it under my t-ts He got ki's of that raw, it could fit in the six Got a UPS connect, so we good on them trips Automatic bottle service so we good in them VIPs, n-a Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four-door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four-door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy These civilians... What up, n-a? Excuse my millions I'm in the V like a widow's peak It's just me and my Rolls-Royce pillow seats Why they staring at me? I brung McLaren with me Yo, matter of fact, I think I'mma bring Donna Karan with me And you my son, I don't know, it's just the parent in me I am the best, I am the queen, it's so apparent in me I'm in Hollywood with Shia Labeouf Most of you rappers ain't eating, that diet is rough You want some hot s-t? Send that wire to us I make 'em change they name to Diddy, retire the puff I'm gettin' acting money You n-s is Kevin Hart, y'all be acting funny I'ma keep a linebacker, tell 'em "Tackle for me" Yo, you seen my last pic, go double-tap that for me Cock back, red octagon, stop that (stop that) Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four-door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four-door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy