Luyện nghe bài hát Fab

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

Honey you don't my problems
If you had 'em you sink to the bottom
You should your life jacket
Cause people like you handle this, no

Where were you I needed you?
me, where 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 they do dishes
When they words and actions blur
And they know different
No time for these ass bitches

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

I been in the trenches,
you should know but you don't pay
You wouldn't real talk if it screamed out loud in your face, now listen
You got with it,
I believed in for a hot minute
as a friend in the moment
but you had to go ghost, me lonely

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

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

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

You not my BFF, you not my
You a fake ass just like 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 both fingers all the way up
If a fraud broads, id on't two fucks
If I say something, my moves'll 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
Cause it not a when I say you fab
You just a F-A-B with your ass, bitch

How about a hand for the ones?
Put it down, had my since day one
hear about '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 they do dishes
When words and they actions blur
And they don't different
No time for these fake ass

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

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