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 spice in my cooking

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

Where were you 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 off your plate
And they don't do
they words 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
you fake ass bitches

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

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

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

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

You not my BFF, you not my
You a fake ass bitch just like the
I was all the way down, you was all the way
Now you tryna back cause I'm all the way gone
I got middle fingers all the way up
If a broads, id on't give two fucks
If I say something, my back it
You be your mouth
And it don't your actions
And I ain't throwing shade, I'm saying
Act like it's a buffet and eat off your own
Cause it not a 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
Think you had
Don't worry 'em, middle fingers up to these...

Fake ass
they smile in your face,
But behind you it ain't well
When eatifg all the food off your plate
And don't do dishes
they words and they actions blur
And don't 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 fake ass

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