Lyrical Breakdown of TRIM - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "TRIM" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Playboi Carti weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "TRIM" 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 Playboi Carti 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 Playboi Carti's narrative.
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Yeah, yeah
Put it up, haha, uh-huh, nah, for real (yeah)
Time to take Pluto to Herman Road (sound like some mixtape shit, for real)
Shit gettin' real spooky out here
The Marni leather, in the hills like Eddie
I'm rockin' baguetties, you niggas is petty
You bitches is petty, I'm comin' correcty
I come with machetes, I'm cuttin' shit up (yeah)
I feel the betrayal, I'm ready to lay on 'em
Ready to spray on 'em, fuck on yo' ho (whoa)
I'm pushin' the Spec', got the stars in the door
I got one of those, my bitches be cold (Swamp Izzo)
She feelin' my presence, I put on a presi'
She rockin' baguetties, she fuckin' with me
She rockin' new Kelly, I put on the jetty
I'm good on the fetty, my cash is steady
I get it geeked, it ain't nothin' to be said
These niggas be goofy, they look like the feds
I couldn't fit it and still and went got it
Just look at the Bugattis, I'm goin' too crazy (Swamp Izzo)
Walkin' with Xannies, I gotta be honest
I'm walkin' with Xannies, I gotta be honest (walkin' with Xannies)
I'm keepin' it a thousand, it's over a hunnid
I got this shit bunkin', I turned it back up (got this shit fire)
I been on that demon time, ready to roll
The finer the China you put on yo' nose
I don't need no stylist, I'm front of the Vogue
I bought a new mansion, it's just for the clothes
Break up a four, it's nothin' to explain (whoa)
Chrome Heart accessory, ain't have to explain (whoa)
Call when you ready, ain't none to explain
I done bossed bitches up, it ain't nothin' to explain
Can't put me down, you will never be claimed (I got it, whoa)
Shawty been reppin', she promise she gang (I got it, whoa)
I'm on some king shit, nigga too lame (I got it, whoa)
Really I'm trim, just bought me a plane (really I'm trim)
I bossed her up, she better not do no cap shit (really, I'm trim)
I'm a real one, I can't never be on no rap shit (really, I'm trim)
On Colorado shoppin', goin' to Aspen (really, I'm trim)
I'm the richest nigga in my hood, ain't no bappin' (really I'm trim, I bossed her)
I bossed her up, she better not do no cap shit (really, I'm trim)
I'm a real one, I can't never be on no rap shit (Southside Atlanta, baby, really, I'm trim)
On Colorado shoppin', goin' to Aspen (Mr. Bust Down himself, really, I'm trim)
I'm the richest nigga in my hood (who fuckin' with us?), ain't no bappin' (Renegade Five, really, I'm trim)
I'ma blow up (ah), I'ma blow up (ah)
Got two on 'em (really I'm trim, ha)
Double-0 (double-0) double-0 (double-0)
Double-0 (double-0, really, I'm trim)
I got your ho, she gon' trim with the opp (really, I'm trim, Swamp Izzo)
Bendin' my opps I done (ah), I'm bendin' my opps I done smoked
I got pints of the fent' on the floor (on the floor, really I'm trim)
I'm havin' sex on the jet, no coach (no coach)
She throw me cat, I pull a bag on the ho (ah, really, I'm trim, Swamp Izzo)
Half of these hos are jokes (we lap that shit up, nigga, really, I'm trim)
Watch how I touch the floor (go, go)
She know how to talk, let's go (go, five)
Body like whoa-whoa (trim, trim, trim, five)
I stay diamond, go (five, really I'm trim)
I'm in that wide shit, hol' up (five)
I'm in that wide (five, really, I'm trim, five)
I whip out this Hen, I whip out the whoa (you know what the fuck this is? Really, I'm trim)
Carti on trim like Ebola (five)
35 hunnid a soldier (five, really, I'm trim)
North Face ski mask rollin' (five)
I'm on that Santan', molly (really, I'm trim), lookin' like doja (five)
Double-0-five, double-0-five (Swamp Izzo), whoa, put 'em on a poster (really, I'm trim, five)
I bossed her up, she better not do no cap shit (really, I'm trim)
I'm a real one, I can't never be on no rap shit (really, I'm trim)
On Colorado shoppin', goin' to Aspen (really, I'm trim)
I'm the richest nigga in my hood, ain't no bappin' (really, I'm trim)
You got the whole motherfuckin' world sayin' trim, Swamp Izzo