Lyrical Breakdown of Fucking Told U - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fucking Told U" 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 "Fucking Told U" 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.
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I fucking told
I told you (What?), I told you (I told you, I fucking told you)
I told you (Uh-uh, okay), I told you (I fucking told you)
I told you (I told), I told you (Uh-huh, yeah, okay)
I told you once (Yeah, okay), I told you (Man)
Yeah, I'm so lit (Spider) on a bitch (Huh)
Come through Rick (Ricky), that's my bitch
We been sneakin', and it's lit (Oh, okay)
I been smashin' (Smash) for a year
I spent cash (On what?) on a trip (Oh, okay)
Five hundred bands (Bands) on my wrist (Ooh, yeah, yeah)
Wrist (Uh), wrist (Uh)
Naked (Naked), bad girl (Bad, bad)
Introducin' her to Barbie World (Barbie)
Askin', bet you get it (Bet)
Assassin, I kill that kitty (Uh)
Shut up, bitch, and make me (And make me)
You wanna date me (Uh-huh)
She wanna cake me (She wanna cake a nigga)
Birthday cake (Hol' on, yeah)
So cool, I'm eight (I'm cool, I'm eight)
On birthday cake (On cake)
Hit once, display (Display)
I'll call back later (I fucking told, Spider)
I told you (What?), I told you (I told you, I fucking told you)
I told you (Uh-uh, okay), I told you (I fucking told you)
I told you (I told), I told you (Uh-huh, yеah, okay)
I told you once (Yeah, okay), I told you
Aw, shit, we back outsidе (Uh-huh), we bring the thots out (Shit)
She hear ice (This cash), I brought the rocks out (The rocks)
She top the Birkin (Yeah), she smell like Baccarat (On God)
Go pick the car (Skrrt), 'cause all this our shit (This ours)
Bad small shit (Small), make that bitch a boss shit (Yeah, yeah, boss)
I never walk again (I never walk, bitch), I pull up, drop your jaw shit (Skrrt)
Before I talk shit (Uh-huh, talk, hol' on), go one-fifty, new closet (Go one-fifty)
I done unlocked it (Yeah), she wetter than a faucet (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, you big (Big), expand (Uh), expand (Uh)
You fuck around with lil' shawty (You fuck), you're my friend, get spinned (Spinned)
The door go up on the Benz (Skrrt), but this the Lam' (Uh), the Lam' (Lam')
She like, "Daddy, I'm fire," I'm like, "Yeah" (Yeah), "Yes, ma'am" (Yes, ma'am)
Yes, ma'am (Yeah), yes, ma'am (Yeah), yes, ma'am (Yes, ma'am), yes, ma'am (Ma'am)
Baby, come and tell 'em how you got me out the jam (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm gettin' richer than that pussy Uncle Sam (On God)
Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, and Can-Ams (I fucking told)
I told you (What?), I told you (I told you, I fucking told you)
I told you (Uh-uh, okay), I told you (I fucking told you)
I told you (I told), I told you (Uh-huh, yeah, okay)
I told you once (Yeah, okay), I told you