My Fault Lyrics – King Von ft. A Boogie wit da Hoodie

[Intro: King Von]
Banger
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
Uh? What?
That's not my fault
That's not my fault
Von

[Chorus: King Von]
I know you tired of n!ggas, girl
But that's not my fault (Nah)
You need a real n!gga,  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!gga
That's what I taught (Gang)
I know you tired of n!ggas, girl
But that's not my fault (Nah, nah)
You need a real n!gga, 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!gga
That's what I taught

[Verse 1: King Von]
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!tch 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 minding minе (Uh-huh)
I'm on that block, I'm selling coke
Ain't got no nine-to-fivе (Ain't got no job)
I'm posted up, my banger tucked
When something caught my eye
I saw this b!tch come down the stairs
And asked her why she crying (What's wrong?)
And that's when she replied
"That n!gga 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 playing
I'ma put some cheese on him (Huh? What?)
Oh, she want him gone
And I know he be having
Them ki's on him (Oh yeah?)
Ayy, what dude be on?

[Chorus: King Von]
I know you tired of n!ggas, girl
But that's not my fault (Nah)
You need a real n!gga, 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!gga
That's what I taught (Gang)
I know you tired of n!ggas, girl
But that's not my fault (Nah, nah)
You need a real n!gga, 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!gga
That's what I taught

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
New Chanely flavors for you
That's what I bought
Bezel, Flavor Flav on you
That's one big-as* watch
We both been unfaithful
But she know she's my drive (Yeah)
Catch you with that n!gga
I'm gone treat him like my opp
Stacking my bread to the ceiling
Staying ten toes
She tired of you
And I'm tired of driving 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 pu**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 hoes and spin the block
I been getting paper like loose leaf, getting guap
I got just enough for me and you, baby

[Chorus: King Von]
I know you tired of n!ggas, girl
But that's not my fault (Nah)
You need a real n!gga, 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!gga
That's what I taught (Gang)
I know you tired of n!ggas, girl
But that's not my fault (Nah, nah)
You need a real n!gga, 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!gga
That's what I taught