Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

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

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

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

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

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

I down 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 with it,
I believed in for a hot minute
Good as a in the moment
but you had to go ghost, me lonely

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

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

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

You not my BFF, you not my
You a fake ass just like 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 both fingers all the way up
If a fraud broads, id on't give two
If I say something, my back it
You be running mouth
And it don't your actions
And I throwing shade, I'm just saying
Act like a buffet and eat off your own plate
it not a compliment when I say you fab
You just a F-A-B with your fake ass,

How a hand 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
of the gossip?
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 wishes
When they eatifg all the off your plate
And don't do dishes
When they words and actions blur
And don't know different
No time for these fake ass

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

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