Lyrical Breakdown of La Vida Loca - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "La Vida Loca" 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 "La Vida Loca" 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.
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(Sauceboy shit) Livin' la vida loca Sellin' these grams of the coca (Oh, 10) I cannot save you if I don't know you I'ma do what I go do and I need you to hold me down We gon' cop three-fifty tools and then go shoppin' out of town And everything I tell you, bae, I swear, I really live it Racin' modifications on the Maserati engine From the block, how we came out Now I'm just lookin' at us now Check the timin' on my watch, I think my moment be right now I been tryna speak your love language Fans need me to drop All the fiends need drop She don't love me now Perfect affection, feelin' on your waist while I caress it I been beggin' you to comе this way You been makin' me feel real neglеctin' I'm a gangster, I don't like to play I'm known to stretch shit, that's me Test me, TEC spit, you get your shit bust up in the streets I'm a dirty bitch, I walk 'round with that pink thing Shawty know that I'm a dog, she want come with me and breed She wanna go a second round, but I lay down, I'm on lean I was sellin' chromes to the bums, writin' songs, American dream I was servin' yay and dirty, gotta watch myself On my waist, I tuck a 30 where my Chrome Hearts belt She ain't understand it so she worried, all this pain I felt I end up dyin' in the streets, I'd never make it out of here I been sinnin', how I look, Lord? I don't give no fuck 'bout how a nigga feel And I been lookin', I been missin' you so long And I hope that you'd rather be nowhere but here Dollars and deals You can drive the package if you willin' You know that lil' nigga that be poppin' wheelies? Get up with you like he gated Gangster bitch, it's murder in the city [?] all these problems that we facin', authentication, break it I promise I'll cut her off I see she fakin' (Rlrrt) I ain't tryna get put to sleep My dreads swing in the streets in Jamaica [?] with the bomclaat, I show 'em some later [?] they feel it, alright, for a dumb hater You serve who? [?], bitchin' and you'll get sent to your maker, 5 I'ma do what I go do and I need you to hold me down We gon' cop three-fifty tools and then go shoppin' out of town And everything I tell you, bae, I swear, I really live it Racin' modifications on the Maserati engine It's a war all life that I'm livin', I'm livin' It's a war all life that I'm livin', I'm livin' Thuggin' all my life to the limits, the limits, no limits It's a war all life that I'm livin', I'm livin' C'est la vie, kumbaya My'ya, my'ya I just want reefa Shit, 5, we live- we live like a reaper Dollars and deals Come check it out Come on, come on, check it out Nigga get they ass killed, boy 'Veeta (Sauceboy shit) (Say 10)