Lyrical Breakdown of Bad Bitch Anthem - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bad Bitch Anthem" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Trina weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bad Bitch Anthem" 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 Trina employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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L-l-l-live from the 305, bitch, it's lookin' creole
I'm that bitch and he know, just keep it on the d-low
A bunch of bad bitches, yeah, ridin' through the city
Big asses and nice titties, this shit ain't for TV
I'm the motherfuckin' baddest, thoroughbred, and savage
They know I be killin' 'em, cold-case casket
This my cashier, so you know I'm in my bag, bitch
Shantay, you slay, I be the one to drag shit
Boss bitch (wuh), I ain't never hard to find
I pop out when I feel like it and kill it every time
Shit, I'm doin' fine and you bitches should get in line
I'm the one they really watchin', you bitches is out of time
Saw a bitch that owe me money, and I put that on my moms
Put a clip to that bitch head 'cause she was out of mind
Nothin' but big bills, look around me, I'm paid
305, muhfucka, from the county of Dade
This a bad bitch anthem, get your fuckin' hands up
Get your hands up, get your (motherfuckin') fuckin' hands up
B-b-b-b-bad bitch, a couple grand in the duffel
Good pussy costs, bitch, you hoes ain't got no hustle
I raise the bar, and you bitches ain't got no muscle
I let you hoes rock, but now you hoes are trouble
I mean, your nigga sexy, he be blowin' up my messages
I told him not to text me but he bought me VVS's
I am the Diamond Princess, so I'm lovin' every second
Baptize him in my pussy, he said I'm such a blessin'
I'm the shit and I'm that bitch without a muthafuckin' doubt
Tryin' to come up off my name, you gets no muthafuckin' clout
I could even make it rain or cause a muthafuckin' drought
Cut the check and show respect and keep my name from out ya mouth, bitch
Bad bitch anthem, get your fuckin' hands up
Get your hands up, get your (motherfuckin') fuckin' hands up
Bad bitch anthem, get your fuckin' hands up
G-g-get your hands up, get your (motherfuckin') fuckin' hands up
Bad bitch anthem, get your fuckin' hands up
Get your (motherfuckin') fuckin' hands up, g-g-get your hands up