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 in my cooking

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

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

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

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

I down in the trenches,
you should know but you pay attention
You wouldn't know real talk if it screamed out loud in 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 I needed you?
me, where were you when I needed you?

Fake ass
When smile in your face,
But behind you it ain't well
When they eating all the food off your
and don't 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 ass friends
Go ahead and jump on the
With you fake ass

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 tryna come back cause I'm all the way
I got both fingers all the way up
If a fraud broads, id give two fucks
If I say something, my moves'll it
You be running your
And it don't match actions
And I ain't shade, I'm just saying
Act like it's a and eat off your own plate
Cause it not a compliment I say you fab
You just a with your fake ass, bitch

How a hand for the real ones?
Put it down, had my since day one
Never hear about 'em no shade, no
So if you one of us, up
Tired of the
Think you had
worry about 'em, middle fingers up to these...

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

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

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