Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

Sweetie I want your cookies
If you're for applause, keep looking
recipe's boring,
Meed a little more spice in my

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

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

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

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

I down in the trenches,
you should but you don't pay attention
You wouldn't know talk 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, me lonely

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 ain't wishes
When they eating all the food off plate
and don't do dishes
When words and they actions blur
And they don't know
No time for these fake ass

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

You not my BFF, you not my
You a fake ass bitch like the resty
I was all the way down, you was all the way
Now you tryna come back 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 back it
You be running mouth
And it don't match your
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 fake ass,

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

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

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

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