Lyrical Breakdown of Pants Down - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pants Down" 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 "Pants Down" 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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(Henry, you ate this one)
(My nigga Brando the sickest)
(Say Brando what it's hittin' for?)
I'm in this bitch on top the couch
With my pants down
I got him smokin' on that shit
That make him flash out
And I'm the one made youngin' swung that stick
That knocked your mans down
Huh? Top, baby, uh, look
Know I'm 'posed to have this blick
I'm in this bitch, just me and Khris
She in this bitch 'round nothin' but gangsters
She just wanna eat the dick
I come up from that gutter shit
This Lambo cost one million
Hit this bitch and watch my muffler spit (Huh, huh)
Them gunners tryna get me (Woo)
I'm gon' flush a bitch
You better not try that shit with me
I'm up in this bitch
You know I got that shit in me
All these diamonds glist'
Check out how they hit on me
You better watch what the fuck you sayin'
These 5s gon' whack your ass for free (Blatt)
I'm finna pass out
I'm in this bitch on top the couch
With my pants down
I got him smokin' on that shit
That make him flash out
I'm the one made youngin' swing that stick
That knocked the mans down
I'ma get him ran down
I just wanna cut up in this bitch
I got my pants down
Push up with that stick
About that shit that you was sayin' 'bout
Henry make 'em jig in here with 10
He got them bands out
Bad bitch, cuttin' up
Ass up, face down (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm the one who buy two
When I pop two, I'm turned up with my dudes
I was locked up, I can't move
Whole club get shot up
Pussy-nigga say he gon' try who?
I'm too smooth (Who? Who?)
Whole section gon' get thugged
If I lose my groove, bitch
Don't make me flash out, I'ma clique out
Once it's up, you gon' get touched
You got me fucked up
If you think you just gon' mug
You ain't no fool, bro got his tool
Inside this club just for to slam one of you dudes
Fuck all the rules
Nigga, tote this hammer just to bam you, and yo' dude
She throwin' that ass 'round
Huh, what is that 'bout? Huh (Hey)
I'm finna pass out (Wow)
She gon' make a nigga show her
With that bad mouth
I ain't givin' not one fuck
'Bout what you read 'bout (No)
Tryna keep my head in
She tryna get her head out, and my pants down
Know I'm 'posed to have this blick
I'm in this bitch, just me and Khris
She in this bitch 'round nothin' but gangsters
She just wanna eat the dick
I come up from that gutter, shawty (Shawty)
This Lambo cost one million
Hit this bitch and watch my motor spit (Huh, huh)
Them gunners tryna get me (Woo)
I'm gon' flush a bitch
You better not try that shit with me
I'm up in this bitch
You know I got that shit in me
All these diamonds glist'
Check out how they hit on me
You better watch what the fuck you sayin'
These 5s gon' whack your ass for free (Blatt)
I'm in this bitch on top the couch
With my pants down
I got him smokin' on that shit
That make him flash out
And I'm the one made youngin' swung that stick
That knocked your mans down
Huh? Top, baby, uh, look
I'm finna pass out
I'm in this bitch on top the couch
With my pants down
I got him smokin' on that shit
That make him flash out
I'm the one made youngin' swing that stick
That knocked the mans down
I'ma get him ran down