Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

Sweetie I want your cookies
If you're looking for applause, looking
Your boring,
Meed a more spice in my cooking

Honey you don't my problems
If you had 'em you sink to the bottom
You should your life jacket
Cause people like you handle this, no

Where were you I needed you?
Tell me, where you when I needed you?

Fake ass
When they smile in face,
But behind you it well wishes
When eating all the food off your plate
And they don't do
When they words and they actions
And they don't different
No time for fake ass bitches

You can go jump on the
You yell money your lame ass friends
Go ahead and jump on the
you fake ass bitches

I down in the trenches,
you should but you don't pay attention
You wouldn't know real if it screamed out loud in your face, now listen
You got away it,
I believed in for a hot minute
Good as a friend in the
but you had to go ghost, leave me

Where were you I needed you?
Tell me, where were you I needed you?

ass bitches
When they in your face,
But behind you it ain't well
When they eating all the food off your
and they do dishes
When words and they actions blur
And they don't know
No time for these fake ass

You can go on the bandwagon
You yell money with your lame ass
Go ahead and on the bandwagon
With you ass bitches

You not my BFF, you not my
You a ass bitch just like the resty
I was all the way down, you was all the way
Now you tryna come back cause I'm all the way
I got both middle all the way up
If a fraud broads, id on't give two
If I say something, my moves'll it
You be running your
And it don't match your
And I ain't throwing shade, I'm saying
Act it's a buffet and eat off your own plate
Cause it not a compliment I say you fab
You just a F-A-B with your fake ass,

How a hand for the real ones?
Put it down, had my back day one
Never hear 'em throwing no shade, no
So if you one of us, up
of the gossip?
Think you had
Don't worry about 'em, fingers up to these...

ass bitches
When they in your face,
But behind you it ain't wishes
When they all the food off your plate
And they do dishes
they words and they actions blur
And they don't know
No time for these fake ass

You can go on the bandwagon
You yell money with your lame ass
Go ahead and jump on the
you fake ass bitches

With bitch ass...
With bitch ass...