Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

Sweetie I don't want cookies
If you're looking for applause, looking
recipe's boring,
Meed a more spice in my cooking

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 give two fucks
If I say something, my back it
You be your mouth
And it don't your actions
And I throwing shade, I'm just saying
Act like it's a buffet and eat off own plate
Cause it not a compliment I say you fab
You just a F-A-B your fake ass, bitch

How about a 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
you had enough?
Don't worry about 'em, fingers up to these...

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

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

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