Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

Sweetie I don't want cookies
If looking for applause, keep looking
Your boring,
a little more spice in my cooking

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

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

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

You can go on the bandwagon
You money with 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 face, now listen
You got with it,
I believed in for a hot minute
Good as a friend in the
but you had to go ghost, leave me

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

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

You can go jump on the
You yell money with lame ass friends
Go ahead and on the bandwagon
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 back cause I'm all the way gone
I got both middle all the way up
If a broads, id on't give two fucks
If I say something, my moves'll it
You be running mouth
And it match your actions
And I ain't throwing shade, I'm saying
Act it's a buffet and eat off your own plate
it not a compliment when I say you fab
You a F-A-B with your fake ass, bitch

How about a hand for the real
Put it down, had my since day one
hear about 'em throwing no shade, no
So if you one of us, up
of the gossip?
Think you had
Don't about 'em, middle fingers up to these...

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

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

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