​bbymutha – Translucent lyrics

[Verse 1]:
I see through you niggas on my microscopic shit
Bitch I ain’t fuckin' with ya, you wasn’t with me in them bricks
I told these hoes I had a plan, they started hating on me
Niggas left me lonely
I’m the only bitch who hard enough to deal with all this extra shit
I ain’t need you now, won’t need you later, so get off my dick
Tell yo bitch to suck it, I know she no suck it better
She not clever, she don’t make you think bout nothin else but me
I’m the fuckin key, ratchet bitch out tennessee
Sorry I embarrass you, that’s my bad
Sorry I ain’t perfect, I ain’t workin on it either
Smoke my reefer, catch a flight
Naw that bitch don’t wanna fight
Naw these hoes don’t want no smoke
I dipped everything in gold
Cocaine dripping down my throat
Can’t compare me to these bitches on the internet
You here today, you die tonight, I’m still a legendary bitch
You still an ordinary nigga I just let you borrow me
You’ll never fuck with me without a fee - run my money, bitch

[Hook] (x2):
Niggas acting like I owe 'em, Imma show em why I don’t
Pussy put him in a coma but he ain’t the one I want
Bitches beefin' with they self and tryna take it out on me
Bitch I’m bby-fuckin'-mutha, you hoes can’t even compete


[Verse 2]:
I see through you bitches... smiling all up in my face
You really wanna take my place
You want the recipe
Welcome to my kitchen it’s too hot for you
Sweating out ya edges
You could never handle half of what i’m going thru
I been working hard, you ain’t gotta get it
Bitch that’s why it ain’t for you
Maybe I’m too nice to niggas, prolly shoulda murdered you
Know you bitches wanna see me struggle, you too gullible
A silly hoe
Diamonds in my blood, roses in my soul
Got my destiny under control, you just play your role
Haters to the front and back of me, I’m in a booster seat
Yo lil' boyfriend wanna baby me, I’m feeling lucky
He can buy a bitch whatever but i’ll never let him fuck me
Baby girl just trust me, if i get him you won’t even want him back
I’m a freak bitch, I give these simple niggas heart attacks
Niggas are disposable - toilet tissue, baby wipes
My eyes is on the prize lil baby
No ya ass can’t spend the night

[Hook] (x2):
Niggas acting like I owe 'em, Imma show em why I don’t
Pussy put him in a coma but he ain’t the one I want
Bitches beefin' with they self and tryna take it out on me
Bitch I’m bby-fuckin'-mutha, you hoes can’t even compete