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)