My Fault - King Von/A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
Banger
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
Uh
What
That's not my fault
That's not my fault
Von
I know you tired of n***as
Girl
But that's not my fault
Nah
You need a real n***a
Girl
And that's what I thought
Thought
She love Chanel and Gucci purses
That's what I bought
Uh-huh
She learned to love a real n***a
That's what I taught
Gang
I know you tired of n***as
Girl
But that's not my fault
Nah
Nah
You need a real n***a
Girl
And that's what I thought
I thought
She love Chanel and Gucci purses
That's what I bought
I bought
She learned to love a real n***a
That's what I taught
See
Love don't come around
It don't
So I suggest if you love them
You better hold 'em down
Hold tight
I met this b***h up in the WIIIC
But she from out of town
She was
And it's f**ked up how we first met
But that's my baby now
Uh-huh
Yeah
That's my baby now
On gang
See
I'm just mindin' mine
Uh-huh
I'm on that block
I'm sellin' coke
Ain't got no nine-to-five
Ain't got no job
I'm posted up
My banger tucked when something caught my eye
I saw this b***h come down the stairs and asked her why she cryin'
What's wrong
And that's when she replied
That n***a beat on me
He do
Just wanna cheat on me
Yeah
He do
He put his feet on me
He do
I'm too raw
Why he sleep on me
Yeah
He playin'
I'ma put some cheese on him
Huh
What
Oh
She want him gone
And I know he be havin' them ki's on him
Oh yeah
Ayy
What dude be on
I know you tired of n***as
Girl
But that's not my fault
Nah
You need a real n***a
Girl
And that's what I thought
Thought
She love Chanel and Gucci purses
That's what I bought
Uh-huh
She learned to love a real n***a
That's what I taught
Gang
I know you tired of n***as
Girl
But that's not my fault
Nah
Nah
You need a real n***a
Girl
And that's what I thought
I thought
She love Chanel and Gucci purses
That's what I bought
She learned to love a real n***a
That's what I taught
New Chanely flavors for you
That's what I bought
Bezel
Flavor flav on you
That's one big-a*s watch
We both been unfaithful
But she know she's my drive
Yeah
Catch you with that n***a
I'm gon' treat him like my opp
Stackin' my bread to the ceiling
Stayin' ten toes
She tired of you
And I'm tired of drivin' the Benz home
And all of my chains got big rocks
I'm a flintstone for real
For real
For real
She gave me the p***y then put me inside of the friend zone still
Left her on the table for you
That's what I bought
I can cut off all of my h*es and spin the block
I been gettin' paper like loose leaf
Gettin' guap
I got just enough for me and you
Baby
I know you tired of n***as
Girl
But that's not my fault
Nah
You need a real n***a
Girl
And that's what I thought
Thought
She love Chanel and Gucci purses
That's what I bought
Uh-huh
She learned to love a real n***a
That's what I taught
Gang
I know you tired of n***as
Girl
But that's not my fault
Nah
Nah
You need a real n***a
Girl
And that's what I thought
I thought
She love Chanel and Gucci purses
That's what I bought
She learned to love a real n***a
That's what I taught
