Lyrical Breakdown of Groovy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Groovy" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Groovy" 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again's narrative.

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(Pipe that shit up, TnT) Yeah (DMac on the fuckin' track) Yeah Yeah Yeah, ooh I got it on right now I don't see why the fuck they be tryna act like I ain't that thing (they know, they know) When they already know how I been holdin' these Ms When they know we left opps dead soon as we see 'em (they know) Takin' care from the North to the jail (ah, ah, ah) From the cell to the house that's sittin' on top of the hill (bitch, let's get it) Come and see how I live, bitch, what? (What?) Come check it out 'fore you ready to talk (what? What?) I got these foreigns that's sittin' in row (ah) Whole lot of plaques that's goin' down my wall I got some shit that I'm waitin' to put on I got designer I ain't never worn I just got me some shit I'ma mix with VLONE Ain't no stealin' my drip (ain't no stealin' my drip) Tell these niggas "Don't trip", 'cause I got it on me Ain't no sense for to live if you ain't thinkin' clear 'Cause you're bound to get killed if you run up on me (on me) I went just from bummy, now I got a whole lotta money Keep me a fat ass real bad bitch Got a whole lotta kids, and I stack it up for 'em These people be talkin' 'bout me like they know me And I got that condo buildin', Aston Martin And I never stay once, so never catch me foldin' I got tricks and techniques like I'm on all or nothin' Shawty a freak inside of the sheets She turnin' a whole Chanel in the water (what?) Look at my neck and my wrist, it's a faucet Bitch, I'm way too saucy, and somewhere unbothered Hold on, ooh, you ain't never met a slime like this before Hold on, ooh, she ain't never had a nigga buy her this before Hold on, ooh, pay for a lotta shit, can't pronounce most of these clothes I had more than three, can't pronounce some of my hoes And I come and get jiggy (and I come and get jiggy) I get groovy on these hoes, whole lot of sticks with me All these shooters, that's my bros I jumped out fly as shit from out her Bentley, huh? These niggas be likin' my clothes (they cray) These niggas be likin' my hoes (they cray) Your ho wanna stay in my home (they cray) This ho wanna fuck in the Rolls Got hit on top of the McLaren My stylist be stuntin' me up, feelin' lovely Don't know where it started, it got me like "Damn" Ain't no taxin' the rich, and that is including me (me) Get 'round the bases and beat Uncle Sam You be talkin' that shit, but you know who I am Try me, die in this bitch, tell whoever I dare 'em (what?) Whip out my - and lil' shawty said "Damn" I'm richer than Richard, ain't playin' with you mean See, I ran it up quickly, that's sixty somethin' million Inside one deal, gotta know that it's given I got your bitch up inside where I live Helpin' me pick out clothes, I give her the business So many, they thinkin' I'm pimpin', I switch 'em out Like I be changing my linen out Hit your bitch, like bowlin' ball (baow) I'ma slid the 'Vette and the bitch all-black Abercombie denim, real rockstar nigga swag You can lean too hard, you gon' get your ass smashed (baow) Nissan on the skyline, ridin' on track Shoot you from the back, then I paint my nails red 'Cause it be the same color as my flag You ain't never met a slime like this before Hold on, ooh, she ain't never had a nigga buy her this before Hold on, ooh, pay for a lotta shit, can't pronounce most of these clothes I had more than three, can't pronounce some of my hoes And I come and get jiggy (and I come and get jiggy) I get groovy on these hoes, whole lot of sticks with me All these shooters, that's my bros I jumped out fly as shit from out her Bentley, huh? These niggas be likin' my clothes (they cray) These niggas be likin' my hoes (they cray) Your ho wanna stay in my home (they cray) Damn, that's crazy That's crazy, bro These niggas be likin' my clothes, they be tryna steal the swag And these niggas like my hoes, like Damn, that's crazy, that's cray