Lyrical Breakdown of Trophies - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Trophies" 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 "Trophies" 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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Look, look
Look, CC the baggage, Ricky the glasses
I'm back in the mood, I'm back on they asses
I'm teachin' them classes, these bitches fu'
I cannot bust down no Cartier, that's a starter watch
Hoes can't talk jewelry with me
Ain't got the shit that my daughter got
Gotta call me Bugatti Bardi, this shit look like an Autobot
I do not call the cops, it's— on all the opps
This summer, we pushin' up with the good bodies and the good watches
And we poppin' big shit, ain't nothin' a ho gon' do about it
Ooh, they ain't tell you you look busted, baby, they some bad friends
I could pop up in the hood because I'm really tapped in
Whole career is downhill like the slopes in Aspen
Those numbers ain't addin' up, I mean, the math ain't mathin'
All bad bitches need trophies
Hoes be real-life losers
Bad bitches make shit happen
Hatin' hoes make excuses
Very much paid, I'm very much it
Very much, bitch, I do this
Bad bitches make shit happen
Hatin' hoes make excuses
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I don't wanna hear excuses
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I don't wanna hear excuses
They don't give back, they don't perform
Bitches be real-life losers
Bad bitches make shit happen
Hatin' hoes make excuses
Look, these bitches shaped like turkeys, all my hoes got Birkies
Sticks and stones, we break bones, all my knocks hold thirties
I'm the reason the events be soupin'
I told 'em wanna stack them Cubans
And I'm like, ho, what happened? That's my bop they jackin'
Bitches tried to gaslight me, now I'm back with kerosene
Bitches be ill, aged like milk, ooh, it's a dairy queen
Big shark boots, I'm cute, every day look like a shoot
These bitches been out of shape, I mean, hoes really obtuse
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I don't wanna hear excuses
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I don't wanna hear excuses
New AP, my trophy
I told you hoes I do this
Real bitches make shit happen
Hatin' hoes make excuses
Look, bitches wack, when Cardi is back, they taking place again
Bitches sick, bitches got germs, I cannot play with them
Shopping bag, I'm back outside, I'm in they face again
They online, they talking crazy, nurse, she escaped again
One, two, three, four, five, I'm the baddest bitch alive
Hop up out the whip, I get a bunch of oohs and aahs
I could make a nigga rich, I could get a nigga robbed
If it's beef, we got sticks, I could get you shish kebab'd
Bitches ain't got no trophies
Hoes be real-life losers
Bad bitches make shit happen
Hatin' hoes make excuses
Very much paid, I'm very much it
Very much, bitch, I do this
Bad bitches make shit happen
Hatin' hoes make excuses
Like, huh? Like, what?
I don't wanna hear excuses
Like, huh? Like, what?
I don't wanna hear excuses
They don't give back, they don't perform
Bitches be real-life losers
Bad bitches make shit happen
Hatin' hoes make excuses
It's your girl, Cardi motherfuckin' B, bitch
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