Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

Sweetie I don't want your
If you're looking for applause, looking
Your boring,
a little more spice in my cooking

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

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

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

I been in the trenches,
you should but you don't pay attention
You wouldn't know real talk if it screamed out loud in face, now listen
You got away it,
I believed in for a hot minute
as a friend 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 smile in face,
But behind you it ain't well
they eating all the food off your plate
and they don't do
When they words and actions blur
And don't know different
No time for fake ass bitches

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

You not my BFF, you not my
You a fake ass bitch like 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 fingers all the way up
If a fraud broads, id give 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 saying
Act like a buffet and eat off your own plate
Cause it not a when I say you fab
You just a F-A-B with your 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
worry about 'em, middle fingers up to these...

Fake ass
they smile in your face,
But behind you it ain't wishes
When they all the food off your plate
And they don't do
When 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 your lame ass
Go ahead and jump on the
With you fake ass

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