Lyrical Breakdown of Ball Wit Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ball Wit Me" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Trina weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ball Wit Me" 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 Trina 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 Trina's narrative.
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Ball with me playboy, what's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris', you needa pop a few
Look here, I'll pop a few if you pop a few
Nigga, I'll buy out the bar from one to two
Look here, I'll buy out the bar from two to four
You know this pimp shit easy
It's beautiful
Ball with me player, what's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris', you needa pop a few
Spittin' game to a stallion
Sippin' on half a gallon
Ice medallion, Iceburg Italian
Handlin' knots in the gamblin' spots
Gettin' loose wit a 20 pack handlin' blocks
Hit a nigga in the head with the stainless steel
Slangin' packs while the po-po's changin' shifts
Caked up at the bar, nigga let all them hoes
It's the adominal snowman, everything frozen
Gettin' off glass wit the Chrissy crunk
Got three, four dyke, bitches pissy drunk
Got them hoes kissin' cunts and twistin' blunts
When them hoes get ghost, I don't miss them stunts
'Cause I pick up sluts with pickup trucks
Put dick down ya throat bitch, hiccup nuts
Bitch what? I'ma give you some play
Out the exotic playa clique and that 2-4-K
Ball with me playboy, what's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris', you needa pop a few
Look here, I'll pop a few if you pop a few
Nigga, I'll buy out the bar from one to two
Look here, I'll buy out the bar from two to four
You know this pimp shit easy
It's beautiful
Ball with me player, what's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris', you needa pop a few
Uh, hoes envy, drapped in a coat, fit me
In the Rolls Bentley, sittin' on 20s
Hot girl, accent those
Dressed with stones, niggas caress my toes
Hoes wanna test my flows
Bitch let me be
I ain't chose the game
Ho, the game chose me
But yes froze me, rocks in my rosary
Sippin' on Don P, the bar on me
All my girls drink Cris', think this
You a courduroy ho, I'ma mink bitch
So go on 'bout yo' business
Lick nuts, drink dicks
Yo ol' tired ass, still draggin', freak bitch
Who's bad? So I stay fitted
You wanna test Trina
Come on, play with it
I know y'all wanna take my place
'Cause I'm cute in the face
Fat in the ass, slim in the waist, uh
Ball with me playboy, what's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris', you needa pop a few
Look here, I'll pop a few if you pop a few
Nigga, I'll buy out the bar from one to two
Look here, I'll buy out the bar from two to four
You know this pimp shit easy
It's beautiful
Ball with me player, what's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris', you needa pop a few
While y'all niggas spittin' the Glock
I be ticklin' twat
Triplin' knots to see the villas and yachts
Call all the killas ya got
Bitches, I'll clock a kill if I drop
Drink for my cot, cop me a Linc and a drop
Makin' a rock, and same day drill up your block
But on the flip side, why ya hate me?
'Cause I'm gettin' head in England
No weddin' ring ban
Out the XL, I creep in the four dot six van
Leave you in the dirt like it's quicksand
You mad 'cause you never brawl like you a six man
What, is you foolish?
Hit you wit the metal, leave you clueless
Now you on the dash like Stacey
All actin' crazy, 'cause your main bitch wanna masturbate me
Do me like R. Kelly, drink half my babies
Go 'head bitch, indulge, taste it, still hate me?
Ball with me playboy, what's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris', you needa pop a few
Look here, I'll pop a few if you pop a few
Nigga, I'll buy out the bar from one to two
Look here, I'll buy out the bar from two to four
You know this pimp shit easy
It's beautiful
Ball with me player, what's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris', you needa pop a few