Luyện nghe bài hát Fab

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

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

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

Fake ass
When smile in your face,
But you it ain't well wishes
When they eating all the food off your
And they do dishes
they 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
you fake 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 with it,
I believed in your for a hot
Good as a friend in the
but you had to go ghost, me lonely

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

ass bitches
When smile in your face,
But you it ain't well wishes
When they eating all the off your plate
and they don't do
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 lame ass
Go ahead and on the bandwagon
With you fake ass

You not my BFF, you not my
You a ass bitch just like the resty
I was all the way down, you was all the way
Now you tryna come back I'm all the way gone
I got both middle all the way up
If a fraud broads, id on't give two
If I say something, my moves'll it
You be running mouth
And it don't match your
And I throwing shade, I'm just saying
Act like 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 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
of the gossip?
Think you had
Don't worry 'em, middle fingers up to these...

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

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

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