Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

Sweetie I don't want 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 would sink to the
You should bring life jacket
Cause like you can't handle this, no

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

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

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

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

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

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
When they words and they blur
And they don't different
No time for these fake ass

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

You not my BFF, you not my
You a fake ass bitch 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 middle all the way up
If a fraud broads, id on't two fucks
If I say something, my moves'll it
You be running mouth
And it don't match your
And I ain't shade, I'm just saying
Act like a buffet and eat off your own plate
Cause it not a 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 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...

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

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

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