Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

Sweetie I don't want your
If looking for applause, keep looking
recipe's boring,
Meed a little more spice in my

you don't want my problems
If you had 'em you would sink to the
You should your life jacket
Cause people like you handle this, no

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

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

You can go on the bandwagon
You money with your lame 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 your for a hot
Good as a in the moment
but you had to go ghost, me lonely

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

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

You can go jump on the
You yell money your 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 the resty
I was all the way down, you was all the way
Now you tryna come back I'm all the way gone
I got middle fingers all the way up
If a fraud broads, id give two fucks
If I say something, my moves'll it
You be running your
And it match your actions
And I ain't shade, I'm just saying
Act like it's a 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 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...

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

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

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