Lyrical Breakdown of For All My Ladies - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "For All My Ladies" 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 "For All My Ladies" 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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For all of my ladies gettin' money, makin' these niggas pay
All of them haters gonna hate you, don't listen to what they say
To all of my ladies gettin' money, tryin' to pay these bills
Make these niggas help you, mommy make 'em keep it real
Gimme the keys to the Bentley, that's right
Me and my girls goin' out tonight
And I don't wanna fight tonight, give my bread up
Ain't nothing you can do when a women's fed up
And I'm fed up nigga, shut up nigga
Go but you better keep my bread up, nigga
'Fore I find me a playa who will treat me better
Dick me to sleep and eat me better
You want a bitch who will fuck ya and feed ya
Uh uh, fuck nigga, I don't need ya
And you ain't gotta love me or like me
And hell nah, I don't wanna be your wifey
'Cause I'm a bad bitch born to ball
And when you go to jail, fuck nigga, don't call
You want me to stay, nigga you gonna pay
Gimme that doe, playboy don't play
For all of my ladies gettin' money, makin' these niggas pay
All of them haters gonna hate you, don't listen to what they say
To all of my ladies gettin' money, tryin' to pay these bills
Make these niggas help you, mommy make 'em keep it real
I ain't finna cook, clean, babysit or housekeep
Gimme twenty G's, drop me on South beach
Let me shop 'til I drop, spend 'til I faint
Burn up twenty, get another ten out the bank
Let me show you how a hot girl get bread
All that fuck me for free shit been dead
I need a playa in my life trillion dollars
That's gonna keep diamonds round my collar
Lil' momma MIA's finest
The baddest bitch call me your highness
Slip N Slide on fire and you know that
I know you like the way 'lil momma throw that
I know you like the way 'lil momma shake that
Playa if you gotta bank, I'm a break that
Miss Trina, hottest thang on the south coast
I got these fuck niggas trickin' off their house note
For all of my ladies gettin' money, makin' these niggas pay
All of them haters gonna hate you, don't listen to what they say
To all of my ladies gettin' money, tryin' to pay these bills
Make these niggas help you, mommy make 'em keep it real
For all of my ladies gettin' money, makin' these niggas pay
All of them haters gonna hate you, don't listen to what they say
To all of my ladies gettin' money, tryin' to pay these bills
Make these niggas help you, mommy make 'em keep it real
These niggas will play if you let them
Promise you the world, try to make you sweat 'em
If a nigga got beef, girl you better 'em
If a nigga dead broke, fuck 'em and forget 'em
Move on to the big trick with the bigger dick
Get 'em off glass, girl that will get 'em quick
'Cause niggas ain't shit but some dick and balls
And I ain't got no love, I'll trick 'em all
You got to get them before they get you
Fuck me for free, I ain't with that shit boo
You got to treat them just like they treat you
If they want their dick sucked, make 'em eat you
Never let 'em beat you or mistreat you
Make 'em pay a bill before he freak you, uh
'Cause money mean the world to me
And ain't in this motherfuckin' world for free, uh uh uh uh
For all of my ladies gettin' money, makin' these niggas pay
All of them haters gonna hate you, don't listen to what they say
To all of my ladies gettin' money, tryin' to pay these bills
Make these niggas help you, mommy make 'em keep it real
For all of my ladies gettin' money, makin' these niggas pay
All of them haters gonna hate you, don't listen to what they say
To all of my ladies gettin' money, tryin' to pay these bills
Make these niggas help you, mommy make 'em keep it real
For all of my ladies gettin' money, makin' these niggas pay
All of them haters gonna hate you, don't listen to what they say
To all of my ladies gettin' money, tryin' to pay these bills
Make these niggas help you, mommy make 'em keep it real
For all of my ladies gettin' money, makin' these niggas pay
All of them haters gonna hate you, don't listen to what they say
To all of my ladies gettin' money, tryin' to pay these bills
Make these niggas help you, mommy make 'em keep it real