Lyrical Breakdown of Low (feat. Juicy J, Nicki Minaj & Lil Bibby) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Low (feat. Juicy J, Nicki Minaj & Lil Bibby)" 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 "Low (feat. Juicy J, Nicki Minaj & Lil Bibby)" 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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My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
Juicy to tell her what you said, bro
Me, Juicy J, got too many hoes
Me, Juicy J, got too many flows
Clique ballin' out like the '98 Lakers
Pull up in a million-dollar car and violate it
Fly to Cancun on Sunday, land in France on Monday
Faded at the fashion show, tryna grab a bitch off the runway
I ain't even pack no clothes, nothin' but rubbers in my suitcase
Laid her on the mic, menage with my model and her roommate
And if I tip a bitch, we fuckin', it ain't no discussion
It cost to be the boss, my nigga you way out of your budget
Who you playin' with lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
I get a brick, you know I get it for the (low)
Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down (low)
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't (low)
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down (low)
Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins
Pull up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like a penguin
I ain't talkin' bowlin', but I'm with the kingpin
I pull up with a nigga with a real big dick
That's just so good, man a bitch came quick
I ain't ever have a beat that a bitch ain't rip
I'm fly every day but a bitch ain't trippin'
You be on that bull, you be on Scott Pippen
I be pimp walkin', I'm limpin'
C's on my bag so they think I'm crippin'
Every nigga in here wanna know what I'm drinkin'
Myx Moscato, niggas
I keep a pillow with me just because I'm tired of niggas
I'm with some flawless girls, they're pretty and they're thick
Bust it open quick, put that pussy on his lips, bitch
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
I get a brick, you know I get it for the (low)
Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down (low)
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't (low)
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down (low)
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr. Leave-Her-At-Home-He'll-Take-Your-Ho
Mr. Stack-That-Dough
Young rich nigga used to trap by the store, now taxed for the flow
Tell a rap nigga, "I'm not feelin' you"
Stop frontin', boy, y'all not criminals
At the top, man they talkin' 'bout killin' you
Got two 9's but they're not identical
I'll never trait on my squad, nigga
Ball hard, nigga, I'm Michael Jordan, you Lebron, nigga
In other words, you a fraud, nigga
I'll pull your card, nigga
I'm a young boss, I'm runnin' shit
Call me King Tut, all this gold on, I be blinged up
If they try to rob, got the things tucked, you ain't seen nothin'
At the club, their jaws drop when I pull up in that Benz
30 deep, 'bout 20 heats, still stomp him out with my Timbs
I'm in here chillin' with my feet up
I told y'all that I'm 'bout to heat up
Man, it's time to kill all this weak stuff
Pull the beat up, watch me eat up
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass low)
I ride low (I ride low)
She go low (she go low)
My beat low (she go low)
My bass low (she go low)
I ride low (she go low)
She go low (she go low)
I get a brick, you know I get it for the (low)
Her ass so fat, I told her drop it down (low)
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't (low)
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down (low)