Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

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

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

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

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

I been in the trenches,
you should know but you don't pay
You wouldn't know real talk if it screamed out loud in your face, now
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?

Fake ass
When they smile in face,
But behind you it ain't wishes
they eating all the food off your plate
and they do dishes
When they words and 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

You not my BFF, you not my
You a fake ass bitch just 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 middle 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 your actions
And I throwing shade, I'm just saying
Act like it's a and eat off your own plate
Cause it not a when I say you fab
You just a F-A-B with fake ass, bitch

How about a hand for the real
Put it down, had my since day one
Never 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...

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

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

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