Lyrical Breakdown of Pour It Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pour It Up" 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 "Pour It Up" 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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Mike Willy, Willy, Willy, Willy, Willy...
Thugger, Thugger, Thugger, Thugger, Thugger...
Yeah, yeah
Mike Will Made it
Yeah, yeah
Eardrummers
Pour it up, pour it up, pour it up
Fill it up
Baby girl girl give it up
Niggas can't handle us
Bitches can't handle us
We live like Toy's-R-Us
I'ma pull up and I'm not from New York
But I'm living notorious
Hey, hope I don't get you beat up by barbarians
You better walk little boy there ain't no scaring us
I'm living life like an angel while smoking on angel dust
We stuntin' ain't no playin' us
Drop top, make it rain on us (Don't try it, don't try it)
I'm fuckin' her and ain't nut
And she don't wanna bang with us (Woo, woo)
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!)
I'ma fly down on that bitch like a bald eagle
Baby don't say shit to me in public because you are a cheater
Even when I'm in the library studying, I'm smoking loud reefer
It ain't nothing but I caught 3 fever (Gas, gas, gas)
That's that gas mufucka, that's that gas mufucka (Swish, skrrrt)
Pull off in drive a brand new loft on 'em
Whole 7 and a blunt make em cough on 'em
Real ice just like a life, make her mouth on it
When I say keep that then that's sauce homie
I'ma win I hope you can take a loss homie
I'ma pull up like a martian on 4 homie
Take em way out the street, take 'em way out the street, ayy
We ride 5 in a car you know you can't be beat, ayy
Ain't no mouse, but I'm chasing cheese, ayy
I'ma walk into McDonalds get a cup of ice and something to eat
Right before I
Pour it up, pour it up, pour it up
Fill it up
Baby girl girl give it up
Niggas can't handle us
Bitches can't handle us
We live like Toy's-R-Us
I'ma pull up and I'm not from New York
But I'm living notorious
Hey, hope I don't get you beat up by barbarians
You better walk little boy there ain't no scaring us
I'm living life like an angel while smoking on angel dust
We stuntin' ain't no playin' us
Drop top, make it rain on us (Don't try it, don't try it)
I'm fuckin' her and ain't nut
And she don't wanna bang with us (Woo, woo)
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!)
Pour it up, pour it up, pour it up
Fill it up
Baby girl girl give it up
Niggas can't handle us
Bitches can't handle us
We live like Toy's-R-Us
I'ma pull up and I'm not from New York
But I'm living notorious
Hey, hope I don't get you beat up by barbarians
You better walk little boy there ain't no scaring us
I'm living life like an angel while smoking on angel dust
We stuntin' ain't no playin' us
Drop top, make it rain on us (Don't try it, don't try it)
I'm fuckin' her and ain't nut
And she don't wanna bang with us (Woo, woo)