Lyrical Breakdown of Lit Thot - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Deal with them no-no Deal with them I can't Peanut butter ass work Fuck around and get jammed Cardi in this bitch, you better understand I flip the script and kill shit Now they want to hold my hand I be that hood bitch from that block It's my hood on top Why you asking all them questions You a cornball you get popped I'm really with the shits I'm a real bitch I don't flop They ask who I be I'm that east coast lit thot Yeah, I gives it up, I gives it up I gives it up and that's word These cats got no stacks man They fucking get on my nerves I gives it up, I gives it up I gives it up and that's word And if you ain't talking about money Then I'm pitching nothing but curves Oh they mad, I'ma keep them mad, oh they hella sick See me stunting, see me getting bands, oh yeah hella bricks Cardi looking good in this shit, oh yeah hella fit Run up on me wrong, they pop the trunk on you elephants You don't know me, hoe You don't know me, bro You don't know me just move I A-L-T control delete and get your ass removed That fuck shit, that truck shit, I do not approve You niggas with that shrimp dicks, be fucking up my mood I be that hood bitch from that block It's my hood on top Why you asking all them questions You a cornball you get popped I'm really with the shits I'm a real bitch I don't flop They ask who I be I'm that east coast lit thot Yeah, I gives it up, I gives it up I gives it up and that's word These cats got no stacks man They fucking get on my nerves I gives it up, I gives it up I gives it up and that's word And if you ain't talking about money Then I'm pitching nothing but curves Deal with them no no Deal with them I can't Peanut butter ass work You fuck around and get jammed Cardi in this bitch you better understand I flip the script and kill shit Now they want to hold my hand Just get up off me, just get up off me, just get up off me, you fake You talking all that tough shit, but quick to talk to the jakes Let a bitch try me, that's these red bottoms to the face Nigga hating hoes, ain't got no clout, that's Superman with no cape All I need is Coronas and I'm set for the night Let a bitch act up, just know it's on sight They mad cause my time came and I didn't miss my flight Fuck you thought, a bitch was gonna be down her whole life Bitch no I be that hood bitch from that block It's my hood on top Why you asking all them questions You a cornball you get popped I'm really with the shits I'm a real bitch I don't flop They ask who I be I'm that east coast lit thot Yeah, I gives it up, I gives it up I gives it up and that's word These cats got no stacks man They fucking get on my nerves I gives it up, I gives it up I gives it up and that's word And if you ain't talking about money Then I'm pitching nothing but curves Sweat on demand