| Sweetie, I don’t want your cookies
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| If you’re looking for applause, keep lookin'
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| Your recipe’s boring, need a little more spice in my cookin'
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| Honey, you don’t want my problems
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| If you had 'em, you would sink to the bottom
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| You should bring your life jacket
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| 'Cause people like you can’t handle this, no
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| Where were you when I needed you?
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| Tell me, where were you when I needed you?
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| Fake-ass bitches
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| When they smile in your face, but behind you, it ain’t well wishes
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| When they eatin' all the food off your plate and they don’t do dishes
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| When they words and they actions blur and they don’t know different
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| No time for these fake-ass bitches
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| You can go jump on a bandwagon
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| You, your money, and your lame-ass friends
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| Go 'head and jump on a bandwagon
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| With you fake-ass bitches
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| I been down in the trenches
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| You should know, but you don’t pay attention
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| You wouldn’t know real talk if it screamed out loud in your face, now listen
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| You got away with it, I believed you for a hot minute
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| Could’ve used a friend in the moment
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| But you had to go ghost, leave me lonely
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| Where were you when I needed you?
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| Tell me, where were you when I needed you?
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| Fake-ass bitches
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| When they smile in your face, but behind you, it ain’t well wishes
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| When they eatin' all the food off your plate and they don’t do dishes
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| When they words and they actions blur and they don’t know different
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| No time for these fake-ass bitches
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| You can go jump on a bandwagon
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| You, your money, and your lame-ass friends
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| Go 'head and jump on a bandwagon
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| With you fake-ass bitches
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| You not my BFF, you not my bestie
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| You a fake-ass bitch just like the rest
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| See, I was all the way down, you was all the way gone
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| Now you tryna come back 'cause I’m all the way on
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| I got both middle fingers all the way up
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| And for fraud broads, I don’t give two fucks
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| If I say something, my moves’ll back it
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| You be running your mouth and it don’t match your actions
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| And I ain’t throwing shade, I’m just saying
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| Act like it’s a buffet and eat off your own plate
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| 'Cause it not a compliment when I say you fab
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| You just a F-A-B with your fake-ass, bitch
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| How about a hand for the real ones?
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| Put it down, had my back since day one
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| Never hear about 'em throwing no shade, no
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| So if you one of us, stand up
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| Tired of the gossip? |
| Think you had enough?
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| Don’t worry about 'em, middle fingers up to these…
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| Fake-ass bitches
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| When they smile in your face, but behind you, it ain’t well wishes
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| When they eatin' all the food off your plate and they don’t do dishes
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| When they words and they actions blur and they don’t know different
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| No time for these fake-ass bitches
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| You can go jump on a bandwagon
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| You, your money, and your lame-ass friends
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| Go 'head and jump on a bandwagon
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| With you fake-ass bitches
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| Wit' yo' bitch ass
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| Wit' yo' bitch ass |