Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

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

Honey you want my problems
If you had 'em you would sink to the
You should bring your jacket
people like you can't handle this, no

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can go jump on the
You yell money with lame ass friends
Go ahead and jump on the
With you 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 back cause I'm all the way gone
I got both fingers all the way up
If a fraud broads, id on't two fucks
If I say something, my moves'll it
You be running your
And it match your actions
And I ain't throwing shade, I'm saying
Act it's a buffet and eat off your own plate
Cause it not a compliment I say you fab
You a F-A-B with your fake ass, bitch

How about a hand for the ones?
Put it down, had my back day one
hear about 'em throwing no shade, no
So if you one of us, up
Tired of the
you had enough?
Don't worry 'em, middle fingers up to these...

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

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

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