Lyrical Breakdown of Ride Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ride Me" 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 "Ride Me" 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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Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Scalez)
Mm-mm, huh
It ain't no bitch I need, heh
But you the type I want, huh
So baby, come fuck with me, huh
So baby, come wipe me down (wipe me down)
She knew Chinese, soon as I let her take a puff my strong
She gon' ride me, on my jet all way back to my home
I ain't nothin' like your last
I'ma make sure that you stay with a bag
Hol' on, come here, where you takin' my ass?
Santa hats in my backpack (pack)
In the streets, they hear me and they tryna steal my Hermès swag
I'll leave a Hemi for a GT Bent'
She wanna fuck with a view
I'm takin' her down on a balcony
I know to her friend wan' fuck on me too
I always knew that these hoes would be after me
I am a G (I am a G)
Pull up with brand-new red bitch, regular key
Glock in my RTA jeans, your ho wanna fuck on a nigga
Gotta know, I don't fuck with these niggas
Keep a gun, I might buss at these niggas
Got a bitch with a fat ass, ain't takin' no Perc's, said she only be fuckin' with jiggas
Get that check, go berserk, yeah, I pull up in a vert, yeah
I'm fucked up with these bitches, they gettin' so high, I'm startin' to think that I'm scared
I got all the bitches, want 'venture my ride, but cannot, they ain't givin' head
I could fly to Paris, my swag from France
And I might just get fresh 'fore I lay in the bed
I put that shit on
I got that Raf on while I'm drinkin' on red (lean)
Styrofoam, wrap that shit in my flag
Bang five, so they label me fed, mm, huh
It ain't no bitch I need, heh
But you the type I want, huh
So baby, come fuck with me, huh
So baby, come wipe me down (wipe me down)
She knew Chinese, soon as I let her take a puff my strong
She gon' ride me, on my jet all way back to my home