Lyrical Breakdown of F.W.M - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "F.W.M" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "F.W.M" 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 The Game 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 The Game's narrative.
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Many even stressing
Riding through the city, motherfuckers asking questions like
Can I make it make sense?
Been to school my whole life, my best teacher was experience
So what me can't tell y'all niggas nothing
I can show you how I move
You can watch the way I run it, bust it
And far from a newjack, so many bad bitches with me
It's like orange is the new black
Watch me shine on 'em
Got me feeling like the kids, so wait me grind on 'em
But you're a stupid when the nigga he was blind on it
Man trying to be your shit [?]
Fuckin" Parasuco jeans and [?]
Sippin' on that Hennessy, no Chaser
Mateen gon' hot, like the eightfive make, 'cause I ain't bullshittin'
Nigga ten toes in the dirt, I be puttin' in work, I ain't bullshittin'
Hittin' on me ain't gon' work
Fuck around and get hurt, I ain't bullshittin'
Nigga ten toes in the dirt, I be puttin' in work, I ain't bullshittin'
Hittin' on me ain't gon' work
Fuck around and get hurt, I ain't bullshittin'
Ain't no body fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Ain't no body fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Ain't no body fuckin' with me
Ain't no body fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Ain't no body fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Ain't no, body, fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Ain't no body fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Ain't no body fuckin' with me
Ain't no body fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Ain't no body fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Ain't no, body, fuckin' with me
Creesha, nice to meet ya
I like your body, I like your features
I can't afford to fuck with you, but I'll leash ya
Heard you had trouble with them curve, I'll teach ya
Teach you how to ride it like the Raingler
Didn't your momma tell you not to fuck with strangers
The clit strangler, too late, you're in danger
The rain maker, you climax when I switch fingers
Ain't no body fuckin' wit' you, huh?
Wait 'til I slide in, put the whole nine in
Ain't no body fuckin' wit' you (ahh)
It's the weekend, we got a party next door, come!
Nigga ten toes in the dirt, I be puttin' in work, I ain't bullshittin'
Hittin' on me ain't gon' work
Fuck around and get hurt, I ain't bullshittin'
Nigga ten toes in the dirt, I be puttin' in work, I ain't bullshittin'
Hittin' on me ain't gon' work
Fuck around and get hurt, I ain't bullshittin'
Ain't no body fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Ain't no body fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Ain't no body fuckin' with me
Ain't no body fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Ain't no body fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Ain't no, body, fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Ain't no body fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Ain't no body fuckin' with me
Ain't no body fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Ain't no body fuckin' with me (fuckin' with me)
Ain't no, body, fuckin' with me