Lyrical Breakdown of Tic Toc - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tic Toc" 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 "Tic Toc" 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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Trina Haah (French) Montana (yea) I'mma I'mma (talk about it) Shorty ass fat with a attitude Yea baby, I ain't mad at you Watch a young nigga ball You know I'm getting money like a clock on the wall Talking tic (tic) toc (toc) tic (tic) toc (toc) Tic tic toc, bitch tic toc Shorty ass fat with a attitude Go ahead baby, I ain't mad at you Pull up in the club, it's a bloody murda Rock that shit niggas never heard of We done killed the game, go and dig the dirt up Coke boys were everything you learned about 30 racks, make em rain dance I rock 60 racks on everything Pull up in that shit, bitches yelling hello Hottest in my city, I'll be balling like mellow We be smoking on that killa My garage like a dealer Pull up in that shit, bitches ask what you call that? All that fly shit we don't want that, Montana Yeah, uh-huh My pussy worth a small fortune Put him in the matrix when I slow motion Ass so fat he need a lap dance These other hoes belong in the trash can You broke niggas, you can keep you 2 cents When I throw it back caught this nigga speaking French He pray before he eat it, pussy heaven sent You ain't breaking bread boy, you got me bent You know my name (you know my name) Miss Trina Baddest bitch aka bread winner I'm in the club, bad bitches round me You can find me down in dade county Yeah, Trina Baddest bitch, French Keep ticking bitch Get your time piece up, bum bitches Some new shit, French Montana The baddest bitch, 305 Dade County Fuck all you other bitches Yeah I said it, yeah Coke boys, uh-huh Stop your game up niggas