Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

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

Honey you don't my problems
If you had 'em you sink to the bottom
You should bring life jacket
Cause like you can't handle this, no

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

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

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

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

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

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

You not my BFF, you not my
You a fake ass bitch just like the
I was all the way down, you was all the way
Now you tryna back cause I'm all the way gone
I got both middle all the way up
If a broads, id on't give two fucks
If I say something, my moves'll it
You be your mouth
And it match your actions
And I ain't throwing shade, I'm saying
Act like it's a buffet and eat off your own
Cause it not a when I say you fab
You just a with your fake ass, bitch

How a hand for the real ones?
Put it down, had my back day one
Never hear '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
they smile in your face,
But you it ain't well wishes
When they all the food off your plate
And don't do dishes
they words and they actions blur
And don't 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 ass bitches

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