Lyrical Breakdown of Thootie - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Thootie" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Ice Spice weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Thootie" 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 Ice Spice 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 Ice Spice's narrative.
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Tutis, tutis, tutis
Tutis, tutis, tutis, tutis
Tutis, tutis, tutis, tutis
Tutis, tutis, tutis, tutis
Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT
Tutis, need a blunt and a cup and a tutti
Bad bitch, so he think I'm his tutti (Bad bitch)
In the spot with a thousand tutis
All I think about is money and tutis (Yeah)
Bogachula, color my coochie
So he gon' eat this tutti frutti (Tutti)
Tutti, tutti, tutti, tutti
Tutti, tu-tu-tu-tu-tuttis
I'm tiny, call me tutti
Los tienes grandes, parecen tutis
I look good, even with a tubi
Chiquitica como un fetti
Play with my coochie, toy like Woody
No me joda, me pongo moody
Tú no viajas más que mi tummy
El pene sabe a tutti frutti
Lo tengo juicy, en tu boca mi pussy
Lo tuyo es fake y lo mío es Gucci
Ghetto, fancy, dummy, rulí
Custom-made, Prada, Louis
No quiero coro, bitch, I'm Gucci
Salgo de noche, la combi Versace
I like bad bitches that get nasty
Me gustan to'as, natural o plastic
Tutis, need a blunt and a cup and a tutti
Bad bitch, so he think I'm his tutti (Bad bitch)
In the spot with a thousand tutis
All I think about is money and tutis (Yeah)
Bogachula, color my coochie
So he gon' eat this tutti frutti (Tutti)
Tutti, tutti, tutti, tutti
Tutti, tu-tu-tu-tu-tuttis
Rosadita el pelo y el booty
I get money, me gustan los chukis
Que los que toquen, andamos rulin'
Dominicana, makin' a movie
My ass too fat, no me cabe en el Pucci
I'm cocky, bitch, you can't outdo me
I put on a panty, crop top, hoodie
Still look booty
Cara 'e baddie to'as mis tutis
'Tán peluches, sin cotorra, cero bullshit
Ando trola, indecomputer
Dame banda, yo quiero tute
No quiero coro, bitch, I'm Gucci
Salgo de noche, la combi Versace
I like bad bitches that get nasty
Me gustan to'as, natural o plastic
Tutis, need a blunt and a cup and a tutti
Bad bitch, so he think I'm his tutti (Bad bitch)
In the spot with a thousand tutis
All I think about is money and tutis (Yeah)
Bogachula, color my coochie
So he gon' eat this tutti frutti (Tutti)
Tutti, tutti, tutti, tutti
Tutti, tu-tu-tu-tu-tuttis
Mmm, uh
Teki, Teki, Teki, oh
Ice, ice, ice, ice
Ice, ice, ice, ice
Ice, ice, ice, ice
Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT