A Boogie wit da Hoodie, King Von - My Fault lyrics

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 niggas, girl
But that's not my fault (Nah)
You need a real nigga,  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 nigga
That's what I taught (Gang)
I know you tired of niggas, girl
But that's not my fault (Nah, nah)
You need a real nigga, 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 nigga
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 bitch up in the WI I IC
But she from out of town (She was)
And it's fucked 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' minе (Uh, huh)
I'm on that block, I'm sellin' 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 bitch come down the stairs
And asked her why she cryin'
(What's wrong?)
And that's when she replied
"That nigga 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 niggas, girl
But that's not my fault (Nah)
You need a real nigga, 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 nigga
That's what I taught (Gang)
I know you tired of niggas, girl
But that's not my fault (Nah, nah)
You need a real nigga, 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 nigga
That's what I taught

New Chanely flavors for you
That's what I bought
Bezel, Flavor Flav on you
That's one big-ass watch
We both been unfaithful
But she know she's my drive (yeah)
Catch you with that nigga
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 pussy 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 gettin' paper like loose leaf
Gettin' guap
I got just enough for me and you, baby

I know you tired of niggas, girl
But that's not my fault (Nah)
You need a real nigga, 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 nigga
That's what I taught (Gang)
I know you tired of niggas, girl
But that's not my fault (Nah, nah)
You need a real nigga, 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 nigga
That's what I taught