Lyrical Breakdown of Pretty Girls - Live - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pretty Girls - Live" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Wale weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Pretty Girls - Live" 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 Wale 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 Wale's narrative.

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Girls, I ask 'em do they smoke? Ask 'em what do they know? Ask 'em can we go? Pretty girls Sunshine in the air, perfume everywhere Girls are everywhere A lime to a lemon remind you of the sky When I'm in it, we on Cloud Nine for that minute Admire your style and your physique And I ain't trying to critique, but you deserve a good drink, so what's up? What you sipping on? It's no problem Black and gold bottles like I'm pro-New Orleans But, shawty, I'm far from a Saint, but I got two Am-Exes that look the same way D.C., that's me, huh, my Prada say "Prada," and they Prada say "Fila" I ain't gotta tell you, they know about me, huh Come to D.C. and I can make you a believer See baby I'm a leader they always from a Libra (Put your motherfucking hands in the air) Pretty girls, I ask 'em do they smoke? Ask 'em what do they know? Ask 'em can we go? Pretty girls Sunshine in the air, perfume everywhere Girls are everywhere Okay you have 'em in amazement switchin' four lanes 09' Range while I'm singing that Tre shit (Shawty just splash, come around my way) (We can hit some J's) bring it back, okay Okay, my name's Wale they probably know me from the you know Boss in my Hugo, floss like my tooth hurt My flow is on Pluto, them rollers ain't pluton-ic I have 'em beefing on who gon' twist up my new growth Yeah, shawty that's G-shit, Tokyo spinners, ya shawty that's G-shit Please get hip to that new D.C. shit, on my PG shit, I ain't 'bout to keep them And I be with P, so I got BBC shit (Put your hands up) (Put 'em up nigga, put 'em up nigga) (Put your hands in the air) Pretty girls, I ask 'em do they smoke? Ask em what do they know? Ask 'em can we go? Pretty girls Sunshine in the air, perfume everywhere Girls are everywhere Pretty girls Pretty girls (M-Maybach Music)