Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

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

Honey you don't my problems
If you had 'em you would to the bottom
You should your 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 you it ain't well wishes
When they eating all the food off plate
And they don't do
When they words and 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 ass bitches

I been in the trenches,
you should know but you don't pay
You wouldn't know real if it screamed out loud in your face, now listen
You got away 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 when I needed
Tell me, where were you I needed you?

ass bitches
When they smile in face,
But behind you it ain't wishes
When eating all the food off your 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 on the bandwagon
You yell money your lame ass friends
Go ahead and 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 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 back it
You be running your
And it don't your actions
And I ain't shade, I'm just 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 about 'em no shade, no
So if you one of us, up
of the gossip?
Think you had
worry about 'em, middle fingers up to these...

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

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

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