FAB. (feat. Remy Ma) [The Wixard Remix]

Fake ass
Fake ass
Fake ass bitch
Fake ass
Fake, fake ass, fake ass
Fake ass, f-f-fake ass bitch
Bitch, bitch (fake ass)

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

Wixard a buy dem no gravy
Out up in outer loft demma buy gi' ya
When through your worst dem nuh ride fi ya
Tell a doppy we nuh frieghtened
'Nough time fi yuh kno, 'nough time fi yuh kno
We nuh ready
Pop style, but you na, step aside fi me na
Haffi shake, you wan fi kno

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, 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

How about a hand for the real ones?
Put it down, had my back since day one
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 (yeah)

You can go jump on a bandwagon
You, your money, and your lame ass friends
Go ahead and jump on a bandwagon
With yo' fake-ass bitches (yes)