Luyện nghe bài hát Fab. [Explicit]

Sweetie I don't want your
If looking for applause, keep looking
Your boring,
a little more spice in my cooking

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

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

ass bitches
When smile in your face,
But you it ain't well wishes
When eating all the food off your plate
And they don't do
When words 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 ahead and on the bandwagon
you fake ass bitches

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

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

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

You can go on the bandwagon
You yell money your lame ass friends
Go ahead and 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 tryna 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 moves'll it
You be your mouth
And it don't match your
And I ain't shade, I'm just saying
Act like it's a buffet and eat off own plate
it not a compliment when I say you fab
You just a F-A-B with your ass, bitch

How about a hand for the real
Put it down, had my back day one
Never about '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...

Fake ass
When smile in your face,
But behind you it well wishes
When they eatifg all the off your plate
And they don't do
When they words and they blur
And don't know 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 fake ass

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