Lyrical Breakdown of We Got B*tches - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "We Got B*tches" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Tyler, the Creator weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "We Got B*tches" 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 Tyler, the Creator 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 Tyler, the Creator's narrative.
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Goddamn nigga!
This shit ignorant as fuck, my nigga!
Bitches, this your motherfuckin' chance
Get on the motherfuckin' dance floor, shake that ass bitch
If you got a problem with a nigga
Sock that motherfucker in the motherfuckin jaw right now nigga
If you didn't know nigga, if you didn't know nigga, I'm back!
Spit on a bitch, punch on a bitch
After I eat some steak, have her tug on my dick
Nigga filthy rich, two car notes
No house nigga, that's how I roll
Yeah, nigga, I do this fuckin' shit
Count money, get my hair braided by your bitch
She drivin' me around town, nigga
Where I'm at nigga? Dog pound nigga
Oh, shit, nigga, what's good hoe?
Your bitch givin' me head, countin' money though
2 chains, three dames
Rollin' with my niggas 'cause we gang bang
I roll big, we roll deep
Only skate in the streets, what's good nigga?
I'm hood nigga, with my hood niggas
We ratchet, we goon in the hood section
We got bitches, we got bitches, we got bitches
We got diamonds, we got diamonds, we got diamonds
We got cars, we got cars, we got cars
We got jacuzzis and your bitch be on my dick
We got bitches, we got bitches, we got bitches
We got diamonds, we got diamonds, we got diamonds
We got cars, we got cars, we got cars
We got jacuzzis and your bitch be on my dick
Mobbin' in the club, 60 niggas deep
Keep talkin' shit and you'll meet 60 feet
Cats on everything, that's all a nigga see (meow)
And I fuck with a bad bitch, I'm smokin' on some weed
Nigga got racks, shout out to the team
Posted in the house, nigga countin' green
Golf Wang, Wolf Gang, niggas know what our name
Six hundred sixty-six bitches on my dick, man
Six hundred and sixty motherfuckin' six
Bitches on a nigga dick