Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

Sweetie I don't want your
If you're for applause, keep looking
Your boring,
a little more spice in my cooking

Honey you don't want my
If you had 'em you would sink to the
You should your life jacket
Cause people you can't handle this, no

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

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

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

I been in the trenches,
you should 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 your for a hot
as a friend in the moment
but you had to go ghost, me lonely

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

Fake ass
they smile in your face,
But behind you it ain't well
When they eating all the food off plate
and they don't do
When they words and actions blur
And don't 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 come back cause I'm all the way gone
I got both fingers all the way up
If a broads, id on't give two fucks
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 saying
Act like it's a buffet and eat off your own
it not a compliment when I say you fab
You just a F-A-B with your ass, bitch

How about a hand for the real
Put it down, had my back day one
hear about 'em throwing no shade, no
So if you one of us, up
Tired of the
you had enough?
Don't about 'em, middle fingers up to these...

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

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

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