Lyrical Breakdown of What They Want - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What They Want" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dolph weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "What They Want" 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 Young Dolph 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 Young Dolph's narrative.

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What these bitches want from a nigga (yeah) If they ain't with me they Against me fuck them niggas (For real) I ain't got time for doing Shit but counting skrilla What these bitches want from a nigga What they want What these bitches want from a nigga What they want What these bitches want from a nigga What they want I ain't got time to spend but I got cake to spend My lil' bitch hate that shit she Said she can't take this shit I feel like I just hit the Lotto I'm smokin' on a Gelato She hand me my pistol before I walked out Of the house yeah that's my lil' rado I only smoke nothing but fire I Pour up codeine to get higher A million dollars later (what happened) I just told my plug I retire I smoke a zip everyday but I Can't keep up with a lighter I'm a shit talking Rolex wearing Ass nigga like Ric Flair A real dope boy that send packs All over the city everywhere A fast car driving Dolce and Gabbana suit wearing ass nigga Ol' five gram blunt smoking now I'm smelling ass nigga Lil' mama blowing me up she Done had too much liquor What these bitches want from a nigga (yeah) If they ain't with me they Against me fuck them niggas (For real) I ain't got time for doing Shit but counting skrilla What these bitches want from a nigga What they want What these bitches want from a nigga What they want What these bitches want from a nigga What they want I jump in my whip back out the garage I got two bitches on three way They wanna have a menage I told them all I want is Some head and a massage Head so good when she got through I Gave her a round of a applause Just caught another charge, beat another case In a club drinking codeine Pouring out that Ace Daddyo, that's my brother My motherfucking ace Two million dollars cash in A motherfucking safe Out here saving all these hoes Nigga you need a cape All this money on the floor I need a fucking rake Three thousand dollar Cartiers on My fucking face Just left Wells Fargo and pulled up at Chase What these bitches want from a nigga (yeah) If they ain't with me they Against me fuck them niggas (For real) I ain't got time for doing Shit but counting skrilla What these bitches want from a nigga What they want What these bitches want from a nigga What they want What these bitches want from a nigga What they want