Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

Sweetie I want your cookies
If you're 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 to the bottom
You bring your life jacket
Cause people like you handle this, no

Where you when I needed you?
Tell me, where were you 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 don't do dishes
When words and they actions blur
And they don't different
No time for fake ass bitches

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

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

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

Fake ass
When they in your face,
But you it ain't well wishes
When they eating all the off your plate
and they don't do
When they and they actions blur
And they know different
No time for fake 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 ass bitch just like the resty
I was all the way down, you was all the way
Now you tryna come back cause I'm all the way
I got both fingers all the way up
If a fraud broads, id on't two fucks
If I say something, my back it
You be your mouth
And it match your actions
And I ain't shade, I'm just saying
Act like a buffet and eat off your own plate
Cause it not a compliment I say you fab
You just a F-A-B your fake ass, bitch

How about a hand for the 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 about 'em, middle fingers up to these...

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

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

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