FAB. (feat. Remy Ma) [Giovanny Remix]

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 a bandwagon
You, your money, and your lame-ass friends
Go ahead and jump on a bandwagon
With you fake ass, fake ass bitches

Where were you?
Where were you?
Where were you, when I, na-na needed you?
Where were you, when I, na-na needed you?
Where were you?
Where were
Where were you?
Where were
Where were you?
Where were

Where were you?
Where were
Where were you? (When I, na-na, needed you)
Where were you?
Where were you? (When I, na-na, needed you)
Where were you?

I've 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 a bandwagon
You, your money, and your lame ass friends
Go ahead and jump on a bandwagon
With your fake ass bitches (hey, Remy Ma)

You're not my BFF, you're not my bestie
See, 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



Credits
Writer(s): Reminisce Smith, Joanna Noelle Levesque, Hayley Warner, Joseph Davis Kirkland, Jason Allen Dean, Jussi Ilmari Karvinen
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