Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

Sweetie I don't want 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 sink to the
You should bring your life
Cause people like you handle this, no

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

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

You can go jump on the
You money 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 pay attention
You wouldn't know talk if it screamed out loud in your 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

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

Fake ass
When they in your face,
But behind you it well wishes
When they eating all the food off your
and don't do dishes
When they words and they blur
And don't know 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
you fake 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 tryna back cause I'm all the way gone
I got middle fingers all the way up
If a fraud broads, id on't give two
If I say something, my moves'll it
You be your mouth
And it don't your actions
And I ain't shade, I'm just saying
Act it's a buffet and eat off your own plate
Cause it not a compliment 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 'em throwing 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...

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

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

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