Luyện nghe bài hát Fab

Sweetie I don't your cookies
If you're for applause, keep looking
recipe's boring,
Meed a little more in my cooking

Honey you don't want my
If you had 'em you would to the bottom
You should bring your jacket
Cause like you can't handle this, no

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

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

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

I been in the trenches,
you know but you don't pay attention
You wouldn't know real talk if it screamed out loud in your face, now
You got with it,
I in your for a hot minute
Good as a friend in the
but you had to go ghost, me lonely

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

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

You can go on the bandwagon
You yell money with your ass friends
Go and jump 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 cause I'm all the way gone
I got middle fingers all the way up
If a fraud broads, id on't give two
If I say something, my moves'll it
You be your mouth
And it match your actions
And I ain't throwing shade, I'm just
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 about a for the real ones?
Put it down, had my since day one
hear about 'em throwing no shade, no
So if you one of us, up
of the gossip?
Think you had
Don't worry 'em, middle fingers up to these...

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

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

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