Lyrical Breakdown of New Thang - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "New Thang" 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 "New Thang" 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.
• 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 Trina's narrative.

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Watch Watch Watch Watch this Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Shout to all my bitches in the Blue Flame Shout to all my bitches in the Blue Flame If your girl act stupid Bring your bands out and get yourself a new thang Just touched down and they choosing Just touched down and they choosing I rep my set, ho I don't never switch sides, that's confusing Broads so weak, but they act bad I don't walk in 'less he got a fat bag Pretty motherfucker with a fat ass A boss bitch is way more than a hashtag Man, these hoes got the game wrong Pussy make a nigga put my name on him But I still won't put a claim on him I'm just tryna find out if he got some Change on him[Chorus: Trina & 2 Chainz] Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, And got himself a new thang (2 Chainz) Told baby mama I ain't leavin' Told my side bitch quit schemin' (Quit schemin') Thick ass Trina in a skirt (Huh) Told her swap the pussy for a verse (Hah, tell 'em) Shoot the video in a vert (Yeah, yeah) With all my chains on, I don't flirt (Alright) Maison Margiela make my feet hurt (Feet hurt) Call around lunch, make her leave work (Yeah) Pull up to her job, make her slob (Slob) Corn on the cob when I'm parked (Parked) College Park, I am the ambassador (Tru) I'm talkin' spatulas in my vernacular Known to flip a pack and then re-up (Flip it) Told my old bitch she need to keep up (Alright) Got the new thing on the E-way Talkin' to your bitch on three-wayChorus: Trina] Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Can't keep that nigga 'cause your head so trash That there won't last I fuck him all night, keep the air on blast You should take a bedroom class Gotta fan myself 'cause I'm hot, ho I can't stand myself 'cause I'm high, ho Got them bands myself, took your man myself I advance myself, but you not, though Uh, the nerve of a weak bitch My pockets on deep dish You probably won't see this If he don't feed you, you probably won't eat, bitch But you out here talking 'bout the niggas you got When you ought to be talking 'bout the figures you got And you ought to be talking 'bout the money you saved These young hoes don't know about nothing these days Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang Oh shit, thought you had a nigga whipped 'Til he dipped on you, went out, and got himself a new thang