Lyrical Breakdown of All I Ever Wanted - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "All I Ever Wanted" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Soulja Boy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "All I Ever Wanted" 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 Soulja Boy 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 Soulja Boy's narrative.
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I might hit the trap in a new Ferrari
I might hit the trap (yeah) winter comes down
I'll be trapping hard every day till sundown
To trap in a new Bugatti
I might hit the block in a new Ferrari
I might hit the trap in a brand new Wraith
I might hit the trap in a new Bugatti
Remember the day, remember the day
When we would stand in the trap
I hit the plug with the P, he came across through the water
To see
I put 150 in the air, I told them niggaz I aint neva care
We was everywhere, They was never there
I was always standing for niggaz came from the bottom
One time for my niggaz
Dab me in partner and I pour me a four,
Fuckin on bitches and kick out the door
Buyin new chains everything froze, sipping on lean everything cold
She aint gotta tell me nigga i know that i got her
Xan with that lean gotta nigga nauseas
Took a niggaz bitch, know a nigga ballin
When we hit the scene all them bitches on me
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Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
I might hit the trap in a new Ferrari
I might hit the trap (yeah) winter comes down
I'll be trapping hard every day till sundown
To trap in a new Bugatti
I might hit the block in a new Ferrari
I might hit the trap in a brand new Wraith
I might hit the trap in a new Bugatti
Remember the day, remember the day
When we would stand in the trap
I hit the plug with the P, he came across through the water
To see
I put 150 in the air, I told them niggaz I aint neva care
We was everywhere, They was never there
I was always standing for niggaz came from the bottom
One time for my niggaz
Dab me in partner and I pour me a four,
Fuckin on bitches and kick out the door
Buyin new chains everything froze, sipping on lean everything cold
She aint gotta tell me nigga i know that i got her
Xan with that lean gotta nigga nauseas
Took a niggaz bitch, know a nigga ballin
When we hit the scene all them bitches on me
Whoe lotta money all I ever wanted
Versace my ceilings, young nigga ballin
Baby can we fuck on a million dollars (Yeah)
Got you nuttin on the money
Came in rocking nuthin but designer
Let me fuck in the Phantom
And I got the fold seats they reclining
Chillin wit shanty on the red carpet
75 thousand for my diamonds
Bus down rolex wrist slimming
Diamond coup thats perfect timing
Came up from trapping young nigga shinning
Brand new billy truck how I'm riddin
You already know covered in diamonds
Pick you up baby lets got to Kitana
Christian Louis Vitton look like iguana
When we hit the scene everybody on us
Whole lotta money all i ever wanted
All i ever wanted x 15
All i ever wanted was a brick
All i wanted was to be rich
All i wanted was to go and hit a lick
All i wanted was the draco with the clip
All i ever wanted was a plug
Feel like John Ghotti when I'm in the club
Bad bitches walking up giving hugs
Kiss all up on me like they in love
Baby Imma hold you down like a 100 round drum
Slide on a nigga ride on a nigga let them know where I'm from
I was in the kitchen, with my wrist in a bowl
I was doing dishes, get it and go
Came up trappin
Now nigga I'm on