Lyrical Breakdown of Triller - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Triller" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Bun B weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Triller" 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 Bun B 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 Bun B's narrative.

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Triller Say ain't nobody triller I'm a motherfuckin killer Say ain't nobody triller And you know it's for real Wake up in the morning, give thanks to the Lord For giving me another day so I can go hard Never been fraud, always kept it true Get dressed, hit the street try ta' see what it do Cut a few corners, [?] a few dubs Get 'em, jump back, trill niggas show love Some try to hate, I don't pay it no mind Either get with me or get like me - that's on the grind Candy paint shine as I flip through the city Ridin' 84s, and them hoes look pretty Had dirty money way before P Diddy I'm just tryna squeeze a little more milk up out the titty Is ya with me? I'mma put it down my nigga Gotta do what I do for the town my nigga Boys talking down on a nigga But since day one I've been a killer Mayne and ain't nobody triller Say ain't nobody triller I'm a motherfucking killer H-Town in this bitch And you know it's for real Riding drop top in the Fleetwood Lac The sun is shining down on my astro [?] I'm all about the cheese but I never been a wreck Gotta keep it to yo self, what part of the game is that? You see me rollin 4's on them foes, just flipping Leaning on the leather through the Southside dipping You know I got the gat up on my lap with the clip in Cock back ready but these boys ain't tripping Who run this bitch? Don't even bother My granddaddy did, he passed it to my father My father did his thing like a G He passed it down to me Now the neighborhood belong to Bun B, OG I'mma put it down my nigga Gotta do what I do for the town my nigga Boys talking down on a nigga But since day one I've been a killer Mane and ain't nobody triller Say ain't nobody triller I'm a motherfucking killer [?] in this bitch And you know it's for real Pussy niggas need to stay off in they lane Sitting sidelines, want to quarterback the game Back seat drivers get to talking too much But not when I'm around, cause they know they get touched It's the city called Clutch, and that's how we come through Fake niggas runnin up? What the fuck they gon' do? A trill nigga, no Hilfiger Put it on yo ass, before when we still wheel nigga New niggas in the game, get your share Long as you ain't touching mine, bitch I really don't care [?] in the air, twist yo fingers til it break Trill recognize trill, we never roll fake For the game