Lyrical Breakdown of TRICKIN' - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yeah Fuckin' her, pullin' her hair (He's heating up) We was just fuckin' in the bed last time She wanna get hit in the chair (yeah) She just went and got a wax, so you know we gon' act, I can't wait 'til she get here I make the shit drop down her leg like some Nair, yeah Drip down the legs like some Nair, ooh He was just head over heels about her 'til he figured out it wasn't fair He was over there drippin' her down in Chanel Drippin' her down in Chanel, tch Me and her were just in the cut the other day We was thuggin' it, no one was there I was in the bitch diggin' down on the stairs Diggin' her down on the stairs (yeah) She done told him she was celibate, nigga was payin' her to be her man He didn't even know that the bitch is a player Trickin' (ah) Trickin', all these niggas trickin' Trickin', trickin' real good Trickin', all these niggas trickin' Trickin', trickin' real good Shit, I ain't even gotta trick, I'ma let her friend do it (yeah) She say she like sucking my dick 'cause it make me feel good, yeah I could fuck yo' bitch back then and nigga I still could Don't play with me, the dashboard in my bulletproof made of real wood Pullin' up by myself, I whip it I hop out rockin' a all blue peacoat, niggas might think I'm crippin' My bankroll full of them big blue C notes, nigga, don't play about business (mm) Lookin' for his bitch like Finding Nemo, nigga, don't think I'm swimmin' She with the sharks while this lil' nigga Trickin', trickin' Trickin', trickin' real good Trickin', all these niggas they trickin' Trickin', he trickin' real good Bitch-ass nigga, he trickin' real good, yeah He gon' give you all his money if you make him feel good, yeah Better walk up on him now, make him feel special Tell him fuck that baby Benz, you need that Tesla, 'cause these niggas Trickin', all these niggas trickin' Trickin', they trickin' real good Trickin', they trickin' Him, he trickin', he trickin' real good Nigga, bitch Trickin', they trickin' real good