Luyện nghe bài hát Fab

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

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

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

Fake ass
When they smile in 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 know
No time for these fake ass

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

I down 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 believed in for a hot minute
Good as a friend in the
but you had to go ghost, leave me

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

ass bitches
When they smile in face,
But behind you it well wishes
When they eating all the food off your
and don't do dishes
they words 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 and jump on the bandwagon
With you ass bitches

You not my BFF, you not my
You a fake ass bitch just like the
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 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 match your actions
And I ain't shade, I'm just saying
Act like it's a buffet and eat off own plate
Cause it not a compliment I say you fab
You just a F-A-B with fake ass, bitch

How about a hand for the ones?
Put it down, had my since day one
Never about 'em throwing no shade, no
So if you one of us, up
Tired of the
Think you had
Don't worry about 'em, fingers up to these...

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

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

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