Lyrical Breakdown of City Girls - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "City Girls" 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 Young Thug 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 Young Thug's narrative.

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Yeah, yeah Yeah Finally got a reason I can stay home Pretty little thing for me to wait on Fuckin' you all day until the day gone California King that we can play on (Play on, yeah) Girl, you know I like it when you naked and you shake it In my face and I can't take it (Take-take, oh no) FaceTime makes me anxious And she looks so good, I can taste it Grind me, don't stop it, you should be in tropics Tannin' your body, yeah, 'til it get dark, milk chocolate You should be famous, movies like Nia, Lathan You know I've been the best man, yeah-yeah Back keep flowin', hit the gas, keep goin' Yeah, them girls on tour goin' city after city Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga If she did, then she wouldn't be goin' city after city Brand new Benz, never asked her how she get it Made a couple racks, I never asked her how she did it City girls love to have fun in the city City girls love to have fun in the city (Yeah) City girl like to let you fuck on her titty, yeah (Ayy) City girl like to let you blam on her titty (Titty) City girls like to stare and act so saditty I know city girls like a nigga dark skin and pretty (Oh) All I wanna do is have fun in the city (All I want to do) All I want for you to do is leave your friends and get missin' (Oh) All I wanna do is keep it real with your pimpin', baby (Real, okay) Long as you don't switch up when you blow and get your millions, ayy Bad, bad bitch, feed her Percocets and Adderall (Bad, bad) Test, test, gotta cuff her, yeah Let's make a cause (You're a bad, bad bitch) Keep it simple with you Everything you want is boss (Yeah, you want it all) Let you shop, my bank account, you get your Black Card (Yeah, on God) I don't know where I'd be if I wouldn't Fuck with you, baby (Don't know where I'd be) Is you in this picture? I don't see nothin' but you, baby (I don't see nobody else) Bad, bad baby, she from Singapore (Yeah, yeah) You ain't got a ring, you'll get one for Easter, yeah (Hey) Back keep flowin', hit the gas, keep goin' Yeah, them girls on tour goin' city after city Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga If she did, then she wouldn't be goin' city after city Brand new Benz, never asked her how she get it Made a couple racks, I never asked her how she did it (Yeah) City girls love to have fun in the city City girls love to have fun in the city (Ayy) Finally, I wanted to be faithful Usually, I wouldn't even say so I swear she can give the Devil a halo I know she only tryna get a bankroll I don't mind I don't mind (Yeah, yeah) You can't get anybody to stop me, yeah You ain't got anybody, you got me, yeah-yeah Grind me, don't stop it (Yeah), you should be in tropics Tannin' your body, yeah, 'til it get dark, milk chocolate You should be famous, movies like Nia, Lathan You know I've been the best man, yeah-yeah (Ooh) Back keep flowin', hit the gas, keep goin' Yeah, them girls on tour goin' city after city Real ass bitch, give a fuck 'bout a nigga If she did, then she wouldn't be goin' city after city Brand new Benz, never asked her how she get it (Oh-oh) Made a couple racks, I never asked her how she did it (Oh-woah) City girls love to have fun in the city (Yeah-yeah) City girls love to have fun in the city (Oh-oh) City girls love to have fun in the city City girls love to have fun in the city Hahahahaha