My Fault Lyrics by King Von & A Boogie Wit da Hoodie is latest English song with music also given by Chopsquad DJ. My Fault song lyrics are written by A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Chopsquad DJ & King Von.

My Fault Lyrics - King Von & A Boogie Wit da Hoodie

My Fault Song Detail

Song Name: My Fault
Singer: King Von, A Boogie Wit da Hoodie
Composer: Chopsquad DJ
Lyrics by: A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Chopsquad DJ, 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 ni**as, girl, but that’s not my fault (nah)
You need a real ni**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 ni**a, that’s what I taught (gang)
I know you tired of ni**as, girl, but that’s not my fault (nah, nah)
You need a real ni**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 ni**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 bi**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’ 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 bi**h come down the stairs and asked her why she cryin’ (what’s wrong?)
And that’s when she replied
“That ni**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 ni**as, girl, but that’s not my fault (nah)
You need a real ni**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 ni**a, that’s what I taught (gang)
I know you tired of ni**as, girl, but that’s not my fault (nah, nah)
You need a real ni**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 ni**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 ni**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 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 gettin’ paper like loose leaf, gettin’ guap
I got just enough for me and you, baby

I know you tired of ni**as, girl, but that’s not my fault (nah)
You need a real ni**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 ni**a, that’s what I taught (gang)
I know you tired of ni**as, girl, but that’s not my fault (nah, nah)
You need a real ni**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 ni**a, that’s what I taught

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