Lyrical Breakdown of 100 Bottles (Remix) (Feat. Low Pros & A$AP Ferg) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "100 Bottles (Remix) (Feat. Low Pros & A$AP Ferg)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Travis Scott weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "100 Bottles (Remix) (Feat. Low Pros & A$AP Ferg)" 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 Travis Scott 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 Travis Scott's narrative.

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100 bottles but I might need some more Shot after shot, but I might need some more Spendin' money, guala, but I might spend some more Lets be honest I just might make a switch 100 bottles but I might need some more Shot after shot, but I might need some more Spendin' money, guala, but I might spend some more Lets be honest I just might make a switch Let me in it, let me in it, let me in it Let me in it, let me in it, let me in it Straight up! I'm ahead like a mad groove Put your head on your ankles I'mma hit it on the dancefloor Let em see how I thank you I know you a church girl But you ain't no saint, boo She eat the paint like Van Gogh, now girl Girl, let me hit it Your body's so gucci I beat that pussy blue Now it's dripping like it's [?] Your pussy got me peeling I be peeling like I'm kooky Stick it in every hole I'm the binder to your looseleaf The binder to your looseleaf She give head like she got no teeth That girl fuck me good I ain't tryna fuck her homies I be lying, I be on rewind I'mma hit it from the back hope to break her spine Go round her booty, and bust it like a nine I'mma kill a [?] Let me hit it, I'mma hit it I'mma hit that pussy all night, all night (La Flame!) 100 bottles but I might need some more Shot after shot, but I might need some more Spendin' money, guala, but I might spend some more Lets be honest I just might make a switch Let me in it, let me in it, let me in it Let me in it, let me in it, let me in it Straight up! I'mma hit that pussy like a dog Sipping on the Henney got me gone Sipping on the Henney got the German fellas drunk Put your mouth on it, girl, smoke it like a bong Young daddy long [?] Hit it like Jackie Chan, rumbling around Pussy's like Pakistan, girl you the bomb Clearly you want it girl, [?] Oh, I'm in love with you I'mma hit it (so god damn rude), I'mma hit it so good Oh, oh (Let me hit it, let me, let me hit it) Oh, I'm in love with you I'mma hit it (so god damn rude), I'mma hit it so good Oh, oh (Let me hit it, let me, let me hit it)