Lyrical Breakdown of WTF - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "WTF" 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 "WTF" 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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(Ayo, Yetty, turn that sh- up)
(Ayy, Dom)
Who the f- these n- is?
Who the f- these b-?
Huh, who the f- these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it
H- inside they jeans, I'm too real
I'ma get a n- wet behind these n-
Tryna get that h- from out her jeans and do crisscross
Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simon's
The f- they think they playin' with? B-, I make millions
I been plannin' on stackin' bands in my section
Thinkin' 'bout my lil' brother Kendell, I start ventin'
Need to call lil' brother Jay, I'm in bang outs with that glizzy
Most these n- claim 4KTrey ain't even f-in' with me
Most these n- gon' die today, if they try, know they can't get me
Who the f- all these new faces around inside my business?
I don't remember they face at all, they wasn't with me in the trenches
I don't remember them from my grandad house, I'm serious
They weren't with me when I was hangin' out that car, this ain't realest
Ballerina, we spinned the whole car, somethin' get spilled in it
I don't know who the f- these n- is
Who the f- these b-?
Huh, who the f-, these people are?
Go tell 'em that we can't kick it
H- inside they jeans, I'm too real
I'ma get a n- wet behind these n-
Tryna get that h- from out her jeans and do crisscross
Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simon's (ayy, yo)
Cross YoungBoy, then you cross the queen (queen)
All them internet games turn boys to memes (memes)
Keep sleepin' on the team, we gon' pause your dreams
They want action, tell my n- to cause a scene (huh, uh-uh)
Fully active, I keep my shooters in the gym, n-, practice (practice)
You b- know it could get sticky like a cactus (cactus)
I'm the one that they tread like tractors
And still can't catch a break like fractures (like fractures)
I don't f- with them, I'm too real
Wanna be me, but just keep wishin' (keep wishin')
All up on the star, how I pinky swear
No matter what, you ain't winnin' (ain't winnin')
Who the f- is these b-?
Who the f- these n- is?
Who the f- these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it