Текст песни My Fault - A Boogie wit da Hoodie , 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

I know you tired of n-, girl, but that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real n-, 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-, that's what I taught (gang)

I know you tired of n-, girl, but that's not my fault (nah, nah)
You need a real n-, 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-, 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- up in the WIIIC, but she from out of town (she was)
And it's f- 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' -, ain't got no 9-to-5 (ain't got no job)
I'm posted up, my b- tucked when something caught my eye
I saw this b- come down the stairs and asked her why she cryin' (what's wrong?)
And that's when she replied

"That n- 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-, girl, but that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real n-, 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-, that's what I taught (gang)

I know you tired of n-, girl, but that's not my fault (nah, nah)
You need a real n-, 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-, that's what I taught

New Chanelly flavors for you, that's what I bought
Bezel, Flavor Flav on you, that's one big a- watch
We both been unfaithful, but she know she's my drive (yeah)
Catch you with that n-, 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- 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- 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-, girl, but that's not my fault (nah)
You need a real n-, 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-, that's what I taught (gang)

I know you tired of n-, girl, but that's not my fault (nah, nah)
You need a real n-, 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-, that's what I taught