Lyrical Breakdown of 11 I Ain't Drunk Yet - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "11 I Ain't Drunk Yet" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "11 I Ain't Drunk Yet" 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 Thug 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 Thug's narrative.
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Got for-for-for-foreign bitches, they ain't drunk yet
They all the bom-bom-bom-bomb like Lotus
Got lipstick kisses all on my garment
And you know I want it
Thugger Thugger really want it
Got them bad bitches telling me they not drunk yet
I got them bad bitches telling me they not drunk yet
They saying they ain't drunk yet, they ain't saying they drunk yet
We got 1000 bitches telling me they not drunk yet
Stumbling inside the club
Leaning, only [?] cup
Leaning, only no book
Hold up, chug, pour up
[?] to this, get, get
My wrist, super gleaming
[?], I'm a save you tonight
Let this wrist do the rest
Ok, you a good investment
No way, cause I fucked you on the first date
Nat nat nat, nat nat nat (natural)
I'll kill your ass, get inside your motherfucking [?]
I'm a wake up, kill you again baby, Iraq
Then make you stand at the mailbox for that fine pack
They saying they ain't, not drunk enough to leave with me
So I told her to be with me
Patiently, don't speed your way
Out of the way, [?]
I hope the girl get it
Cause I ain't really with it
I ain't buying [?] tickets
She said no won't play no police games
I ain't tryna be bandit
I just fuck her real good, like DMX on Belly
Ay Keisha, senorita
Let's go to California beaches
Pay fuck food with your Visas
Then get back to [?] fuck round and round on you
I might jump out of this rubber, acting [?] on you