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 spice in my

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

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

ass bitches
When smile in your face,
But you it ain't well wishes
When they eating all the 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 lame ass friends
Go ahead and on the bandwagon
With you fake ass

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

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

ass bitches
When they smile in face,
But you it ain't well wishes
When eating all the food off your plate
and they don't do
When they and they actions blur
And they don't know
No for these 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 tryna come back I'm all the way gone
I got both fingers all the way up
If a broads, id on't give two fucks
If I say something, my moves'll it
You be running your
And it don't match actions
And I ain't shade, I'm just saying
Act it's a buffet and eat off your own plate
Cause it not a compliment 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 about 'em no shade, no
So if you one of us, up
of the gossip?
Think you had
Don't worry 'em, middle fingers up to these...

Fake ass
When they smile in face,
But behind you it ain't well
When they eatifg all the food off 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 on the bandwagon
You yell money with your lame ass
Go ahead and jump on the
With you fake ass

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