Lyrical Breakdown of Kind of Girl - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Kind of Girl" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Kind of Girl" 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 Rick Ross 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 Rick Ross's narrative.
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You are just the kind of girl I always wanted
When I was a little boy, thinkin' 'bout bein' grown
Now that I'm a man, you come along
And I cannot let you go 'cause I know
I want you for very long (La musica de Harry Fraud)
So I say-
All my bitches ask me how many bitches I got (got)
Can you count the raindrops as you look in the sky? (Sky)
Are you my main bitch or just a chick on the side? (Chick on the side)
Can I trust you with some chips or just keys to my ride? (Huh)
If you're not a soldier then you're just wastin' my time
I chase money, that tequila, I lace it with lime (lace it with lime)
So infectious with this flow, but this took me some time (uh)
Sky miles up to ass, but she's one of a kind (you are-, woo)
You meet the quotas, then you get to serenade (woo)
Croc' loafers, long sleeves, silks be tailor-made (boss)
Black chauffeurs who open to doin' anything (yeah)
It's amazin' the jealousy all this cheddar bring (cheddar bring)
I can see a million with a pair of dice (woo, dice)
Ankle monitors loggin' me on the satellites (I see 'em)
It's Basquiat boss when it come to paint
And when I'm followin' my heart, don't tell me what I can't (what I can't)
You are just the kind of girl I always wanted (woo)
Oh (when I was a little boy, M-M-)
You gotta be special to catch my eye, shorty (thinkin' 'bout bein' grown)
(Now that I'm a man)
And if you do catch my eye, you gotta be a motherfucker to keep me (you come along)
(And I cannot let you go 'cause I know)
I'm a young nigga that done been around the world 61 times (I want you for very long)
(Coke Boy, baby)
I was pushing that H by the izzo (by the izzo)
I was bustin' down them Oreos like Lizzo (Oreos like Lizzo)
I was hustlin' on the block, then bought the corner street
That high got me feelin' like Quaaludes from Wolf of Wall Street (Wolf of Wall Street)
I was caught up with that white girl like I'm Tiger Woods (Woods)
On them painkillers (killers), but I'm drivin' good (drivin' good)
She wanna fuck for hours 'cause my money long
Droppin' bags (droppin' bags), they call me, "Mr. Get-Your-Tummy-Gone" (tummy gone)
Michael Jackson with the glove, word to Mother Catherine (Mother Catherine)
Like the pirates from Somalia, Coke Boy Captain (Coke Boy Captain)
The helicopters from the Hamptons, tryna beat the traffic (beat the traffic)
Then I dip out like Kawhi Leonard did the Raptors (did the Raptors)
I was poppin' on them pepas like Farruko (like Farruko)
Stuck on the island like I'm Robinson Crusoe (Robinson Crusoe)
That's offshore for IRS, for the loopholes (for the loopholes)
They said it's lonely at the top but check the view, though (check the view, though)
You are just the kind of girl I always wanted
Even rich niggas need inspiration, shawty (when I was a little boy)
Inspiration only thing I can't buy (thinkin' 'bout bein' grown)
And I don't finance (now that I'm a man)
(You come along, and I cannot let you go)