Lyrical Breakdown of Sport Mode - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- 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 "Sport Mode" 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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(Khris James, what the fuck?)
Tourin', '22 Honda, it's a sport (yeah)
Gettin' that money, baby, hustlin' like a sport
Mistreat my body, leave my body like its corpse (oh-oh-oh)
Look at these girls, they more badder than we was (oh-oh, you know it)
Shorty a foreign, I turned up my taste (turned up my taste)
I'm in a foreign, I feel I want race (I want race)
I keep it goin', when I need me a break (need me a break)
Only one person, so much I can take (yeah)
I'm not a sponsor, so much I can say
If you wit' me then you keep it strong
Fuck the police, they won't give me a break
They call me Top, and my A-list the same (A-list the same)
Now, I know you got it out for me girl
And you know I got a thing for you too
Baby, it's a dangerous world (facts)
But I know that you're dangerous too
Know I'm a gangster, as soon as I walk in, I don't talk to nobody (nobody)
Bringin' up bodies, I got that shit that'll blow out your body (baow, baow)
How you been bleedin? Slow, bitch, you know
I got the money and baddest lil' bitches inside of my home
This Maison Margiela, I got on
It's so right, I could never be wrong
Tourin', '22 Honda, this a sport (this a sport)
Gettin' that money, baby, hustlin' like a sport (like a sport)
Mistreat my body, leave my body like its corpse (like it's corpse, oh-oh-oh)
Look at these girls, they more badder than we was (ooh)
Ooh, I want you, now you ain't got to do me like you do
I'm a million dollar nigga, what you want, give it to you (slime)
I know you lovin' my fashion, I turn up you too, yeah, yeah (hold on, hold on, hold on)
She for the street, man, lil' shorty got no home
But you know me, I turn her to a queen
Expensive the diamonds, I'm changin' the climate
I cover her body in brand new Celine, infinity
Life galore, chemistry, I got a hard history
Everything ain't 'bout a dollar, but I come from the bottom
You smellin' me?
Tourin', '22 Honda, it's a sport
Gettin' that money, baby, hustlin' like a sport
Mistreat my body, leave my body like its corpse (oh-oh-oh)
Look at these girls, they more badder than we was