Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

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

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

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

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

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

I been in the trenches,
you should know but you pay attention
You know real talk if it screamed out loud in your face, now listen
You got with it,
I believed in your for a hot
Good as a in the moment
but you had to go ghost, me lonely

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

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

You can go jump on the
You yell money with your ass friends
Go and jump 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 come cause I'm all the way gone
I got both middle all the way up
If a fraud broads, id on't two fucks
If I say something, my moves'll it
You be running mouth
And it don't your actions
And I ain't throwing shade, I'm just
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 real
Put it down, had my since day one
hear about 'em throwing no shade, no
So if you one of us, up
of the gossip?
Think you had
worry about 'em, middle fingers up to these...

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

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

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