Lyrical Breakdown of Thugged Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Bitch, get naked disrespectful when we sexing I-N-D-E-P-E whatever Ain't got no time for spelling, It's about time you start undressing All that ass behind you yeah, I can see it from the front Cutting up the 'ply, sipping Yike, blowing blunts In the car, oh God I'm nasty Just said don't put nothing past me Behind it over, pull your hair, then smack it Pressure, 'tron, scratching Beat the pussy, I got come back Now come back(come back), What's happening(come back) I like my bitches thugged out, on the couch Making love, in a drug house(ugh) I like my bitches thugged out, only one who know just what a thug about Baby, I just like my women thugged out, I like my bitches thugged out Face down, ass up that's the way we like to fuck(you're right) On that goose, you too loose baby, tighten up On a deuce, sipping juice, that's my type of love (Retawdid) That's my type of, tattoos all on my body My whips always exotic(skrrt!) Talk loud with my jeans sagging, and she don't think it's obnoxious(what up?) In and out of jail, I'm thugging She hold it down, no question Aggressive, get money, she love me, one hundred(ugh) I like my bitches thugged out, on the couch Making love, in a drug house(ugh) I like my bitches thugged out, only one who know just what a thug about Baby, I just like my women thugged out, I like my bitches thugged out Yeah, she official Thugging to the griscle Big Chanel bag for the racks and the pistol Riding for a nigga, she ain't never tripping The Porshe Panamera coupe, she really about her business Copped it off the profit, got a condo in the trenches Flights taking off, she above them local bitches I love the way she thugging, she roll my kush for me I fucks with her one hundred, you other bitches stunting I like my bitches thugged out, on the couch Making love, in a drug house(ugh) I like my bitches thugged out, only one who know just what a thug about Baby, I just like my women thugged out, I like my bitches thugged out