Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

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

Honey you want my problems
If you had 'em you would sink to the
You should bring life jacket
Cause people you can't handle this, no

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

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

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

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

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

You can go jump on the
You yell with your lame ass friends
Go ahead and jump on the
With you 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 come back cause I'm all the way gone
I got middle fingers all the way up
If a fraud broads, id on't two fucks
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 like it's a buffet and eat off your own
Cause it not a compliment I say you fab
You just a with your fake ass, bitch

How about a hand for the ones?
Put it down, had my back day one
Never hear '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...

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

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

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