Lyrical Breakdown of Slimretta - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Slimretta" 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 "Slimretta" 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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Class, huh She tried to put me in her filter She knew me since she was little Slimy, grimy, righteous killer, yeah Bitch, on the lick, I'm here Do the job 'fore you get on the pier The way that they live, they Navy SEALs These niggas been talkin' that shit out here, I see, I see I ain't talkin' to that back, gotta show that you GOATed These niggas ain't me, niggas ain't me He got the gang on his back, better hope I'ma manage your ho in the back of the V 'Member that pimpin' inside the Jeep Nigga, big YB, nigga, big YB, yeah She know I be all in my head She ain't forgettin' about one thing that I said She ain't never look too low at me Know I be lovin' partyin' with the hos and lovin' my bread, yeah, yeah And she so fire, she my lil' slimretta (slimretta) How the fuck she treat a demon baby so special? Go to the pawn shop, sign for my Beretta (oh, whoa) Kendell in trouble, can you bond out my lil' brother? (Oh) My name Kentrell and I drive that Benz like my big sister (vroom, vroom) She don't know my name, I'm in here playin' 'round with her pussy (oh, oh) I done skipped detention, I'm with my 5s in central bookin' (mm) Switch on blicks, come play with me, get your whoopin' Tellin' these niggas, "I wish you would with me," oh, oh, oh, oh Tellin' these niggas, "I wish you would with me," huh, huh, huh, mm, mm Tellin' these niggas, "I wish you would," hey, hey, hey, hey Tellin' these niggas, "I wish you would with me," play, play, play, play No, pussy-ass nigga, I wish you would with me Go and tell them all I wish they would with me Go and tell them I said I wish they would with me I wish you motherfuckers would with me, yeah Ooh, mm Mm Mm Mm, mm, mm