Lyrical Breakdown of Eww - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Eww" 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 "Eww" 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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Thugger, urgh
Ooh, hahaha
Yeah, ooh
Eww, eww, eww (Thugger)
Urgh (ooh)
I'm high right now, I'm high right now
Eww, eww, eww (Thugger)
What you gonna do when I pull up on you, nigga?
(Oh no, oh no, oh no)
Pussy nigga know that he a cat like Tigger
(For sure, for sure)
Beat the pussy nigga with the baseball bat
Pull up with them F&Ns comin' out the hatch
Pussy motherfucker scared to say it to my front
So I'm blowin' out his back
Point it at his liver, make the nigga reconsider
Bands in my pants got me lookin' a lil' bigger
Red just like Elmo but I never fuckin' giggle (woo)
You can suck my pickle for a nickel (ayy)
Eww, eww, eww (ooh, urgh)
Eww, eww, eww
Eww (ayy)
How many niggas standin' around you would die for you?
I'm not bein' funny but if I come through there sprayin'
All them niggas turn to four wheelers (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
Honestly, truth be told, YSL won't fold (slime)
Pick his ass off from the balcony
Walk into the house and change clothes (fly)
YSL, wipe a nigga nose
We don't give a damn if it's indoors or outdoors
We gotta have that, gon' grab that
Nigga, go stab that, smack that shit
Everyday I keep the bands on me, I'm a lick
If a nigga think I'm sweet then his tongue gettin' split
I ain't doin' any features unless you give me your bitch
I'ma fuck for the cash then she gettin' robbed by Tick
Eww, eww, eww (ooh)
Eww, eww, eww (ooh, urgh) (ooh)
Eww, eww, eww
Eww, eww
Hundred bands inside of my pants
Make the motherfucker dance on the stage, ayy
Bitch, it's a parade
Pourin' fours is a sport, Leanorade
50 whole K spent on my hygiene (lean)
Drinkin' so much lean that my pee clean (lean)
808 just might be the dream team (lean)
Bitch got some good brain, call her Pinky
Bag full of weed, no lighter
In the kitchen wrappin', rappin' like a cypher (woo, woo)
You know damn well, I like her, I'ma bite her
In the Bentley on West Lee gettin' trailed by sniper
How the fuck you feel that I don't mean nothin'?
All them years in the bando, no clean nothin'
Runnin' to the cops, tell 'em "I don't serve the fiend nothin'"
Pullin' off like "Sike"
Bitch, I got the bando, 50 hundreds
Spot 'round the corner filled up with onions
Big homie got a whole truckload
Me and Scooter take a trip to New Mexico (let's go)
All I ever wanted was the money (what?)
All I ever wanted was the money
Put your hands in the air if you dare
Any motherfucker to step over here
F&N put 'em in a wheel chair
Eww, eww, eww (ooh, yeah)
Eww, eww, eww (ooh, urgh) (ooh)
Eww, eww eww
Eww, eww, eww