Lyrical Breakdown of I Fucks With You - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Fucks With You" 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 "I Fucks With You" 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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I'm tryna vibe up, live life and get high as fuck
I keep me a stable of stallions, them broke dudes can't buy nothing
Nah, they ain't worth your time, you need somebody that's certified
Come over here where the grass is greener
And leave his ass where you last seen him
Just name that place, I'll take you there
Prime 112, ever ate in there?
Go ahead thank coach, cause he raised a player
And tell your man I got game for sale
I'm that nigga, the damn wrecking ball
Cause I come through and knock down all walls
And I wish we could just lay up all day
But once we get away, your man gon' hate
Can we get a room?
We make do, our fantasies we make true
They can't tell us what we can't do
Can we make sweet love?
Cause we just friends, I'm cool with the lil quick shit
But baby girl, I'm tryna get missed in
Can we get a room?
Cause I fuck with ya, I fuck with ya, girl I fuck with ya
I need a nigga that's on something
Not a petty ass nigga that frown when I want something
Red bottoms with the spikes, head on the first night
Don't be scared to bite it
And it ain't all about your money, homie
Cause if you ain't got swag, I'mma probably act funny, homie
I can't stand no lame
Nine times out of ten in bed, he can't hang
I like a nigga with stamina
That make me feel like an amateur
He do the dougie when we do it on camera
And I ain't never been the one to take advantage of, nah
And when I'm with him, my phone on silent
I can't talk right now, we sliding
We just do what we do
And you don't run your mouth, that's why I fucks with you
Can we get a room?
We make do, our fantasies we make true
They can't tell us what we can't do
Can we make sweet love?
Cause we just friends, I'm cool with the lil quick shit
But baby boy, I'm tryna get missed in
Can we get a room?
Cause I fuck with ya, I fuck with ya, boy I fuck with ya