Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

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

you don't want my problems
If you had 'em you would to the bottom
You bring your life jacket
Cause people like you can't this, no

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 fingers all the way up
If a fraud broads, id on't two fucks
If I say something, my back it
You be running your
And it don't match your
And I throwing shade, I'm just saying
Act like a buffet and eat off your own plate
Cause it not a when I say you fab
You a F-A-B with your fake ass, bitch

How about a for the real ones?
Put it down, had my back day one
Never 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 smile in your face,
But behind you it ain't well
When they eatifg all the off your plate
And don't do dishes
When they words and actions blur
And they don't different
No time for fake ass bitches

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

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