Letra de My Fault - King Von

(Feat. 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 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 WIIIC, 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' 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 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

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