Lyrical Breakdown of BUTTERFLY DOORS - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Playboi Carti weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "BUTTERFLY DOORS" 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 Playboi Carti 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 Playboi Carti's narrative.

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Yeah rockin' that Christian Dior I had to marble the floors (What?) Buh buh-buh I had to cut off these whores (yeah) I just copped me a lil' Benz (Buh buh) 'Bout to cop me a lil' Porsche I got them butterfly doors (yeah) Sit on them butterfly doors (Slatt) Young nigga ready for war (Buh) Young nigga shootin' at them boys Bitch, you not ready for noise I can do this in my sleep I put that price on his head He will be dead in a week, uh (Dead) I just want all of this smoke (yeah) That chopper start doin' the most (yeah) Hit a lil' boy with that K Turned him to ghost (yeah) Walk in the building, we iced up Walk in that building, I'm triflin' Baby gon' fuck us, who next up? Come eat on this dick, you not wifey (yeah) Fuck all that shit, I just like it (yeah) I'm takin' flight like I'm Mike Hand in my bag, it's mine I'm one of a kind (yeah) Fuck that lil' ho in the club (yeah) I got some killers in line All of my slatts, they slime You can get lined in the dime, yeah I like my soda with lime, uh Mix it up, bitch, I look fine, ooh Mix it up, bitch, I look fine fine I had to cut off these whores I just copped me a lil' Benz 'Bout to cop me a lil' Porsche I got them butterfly doors Sit on them butterfly doors Young nigga ready for war Young nigga shootin' at them boys Bitch, you not ready for noise I can do this in my sleep I put that price on his head He will be dead in a week, uh I just want all of this smoke That chopper start doin' the most Hit a lil' boy with that K Turned him to ghost I had to cut off these whores I just copped me a lil' Benz 'Bout to cop me a lil' Porsche I got them butterfly doors Sit on them butterfly doors Young nigga ready for war Young nigga shootin' at them boys Bitch, you not ready for noise I can do this in my sleep I put that price on his head He will be dead in a week, uh I just want all of this smoke That chopper start doin' the most Hit a lil' boy with that K Turned him to ghost