FAB.
by JoJo

Album: Mad Love. (2016)
  • Sweetie I don't want your cookies
    If you're looking for applause, keep lookin'
    Your recipe's boring, need a little more spice in my cookin'
    Honey you don't want my problems
    If you had 'em you would sink to the bottom
    You should bring your life jacket
    'Cause people like you can't handle this, no

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    You not my BFF, you not my bestie
    You a fake ass bitch just like the rest, see
    I was all the way down, you was all the way gone
    Now you tryna come back 'cause I'm all the way on
    I got both middle fingers all the way up
    And for fraud broads, I don't give two fucks
    If I say something, my moves'll back it
    You be running your mouth and it don't match your actions
    And I ain't throwing shade, I'm just saying
    Act like it's a buffet and eat off your own plate
    'Cause it not a compliment when I say you fab
    You just a F-A-B with your fake ass, bitch

    How about a hand for the real ones?
    Put it down, had my back since day one
    Never hear about 'em throwing no shade, no
    So if you one of us, stand up
    Tired of the gossip think you had enough?
    Don't worry about 'em, middle fingers up to these

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

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

    With your bitch ass
    With your bitch ass

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