Lyrical Breakdown of WHateva U Want - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how ScHoolboy Q feat. Candice Pillay weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "WHateva U 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 ScHoolboy Q feat. Candice Pillay 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 ScHoolboy Q feat. Candice Pillay's narrative.

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Now it's time to make our mind, oh babe

I don't feel a thing

You got the right one, 2 step

Can I rock with ya? Can I smoke with ya?

Tryna give you an upgrade

Cherry bottles to your shapes

Take my debit and go cray

Spend, spend every dollar, all way

Turn your closet to a driveway

Your old nigga was the old days

Broke times in a broke place

Teary eyed with the pout face

You can get it how you want it, my love

Small shoppin', hope a hundred thousand enough

Benz, Benz, want the rims on the truck

Girl you livin' a no, stay in the goat

Whatever you want

Hey! Cribbo in the Hills

Table full of bills

Dollar dollar bills

Whatever you want

I can make it real

We, we can split a mil'

Prolly sellin' pills

Dollar dollar bills

Whatever you want

Whatever you, you, you, you, you, you

Whatever you want

Whatever you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou

West coast, Cali love, whatever you want

Whatever you want

Good weed and pain pills

Big boy, we bringin' in big mills

Every dollar dollar bill caught wheels

Crib in the Hills if you call us, Net, chill

Fly around the world, girl you livin' or not?

We used to run from the cops, now we buyin' the blocks

Started ballin' like I said I would

Came up in the game I love

If you backed it you must get cuffed

So cold with the cobra love

Now I'm never in the hood enough

Had to get up off my ass to get it

Want it, pick it, tag, clip it, yeah

West coast, Cali love, you can have it all

Palm trees, bomb weed, whatever you want

Middle age millionaire, you can have it all

Sleeve gold, bankroll, whatever you want

Hey! Cribbo in the Hills

Table full of bills

Dollar dollar bills

Whatever you want

I can make it real

We, we can split a mil'

Prolly sellin' pills

Dollar dollar bills

Whatever you want

Whatever you, you, you, you, you, you

Whatever you want

Whatever you-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou-ou

West coast, Cali love, whatever you want

Whatever you want

I don't need your money, honey

I just want your love

Make it, tasty, nasty, crazy

Give it all you got

Diamonds last forever, baby

Look at what we got

I don't want your money, darling

I just want your love

Diamonds last forever, baby

Look at what we got

I don't want your money, darling

I just want your love