• Title:My Fault (Explicit)
  • Artist:King Von;A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
  • Album:What It Means To Be King
  • KaraokeRate:1★
  • Languages:en
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    My Fault (Explicit) - King Von/A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
    Banger
    DJ on the beat so it's a banger
    Uh
    What
    That's not my fault
    Von
    I know you tired of n***as
    Girl
    But that's not my fault
    Nah
    You need a real n***a
    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***a
    That's what I taught
    Gang
    I thought
    I bought
    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***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
    Yeah
    That's my baby now
    On gang
    I'm just mindin' mine
    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 b***h come down the stairs and asked her why she cryin'
    What's wrong
    And that's when she replied
    That n***a beat on me
    He do
    Just wanna cheat on me
    He put his feet on me
    I'm too raw
    Why he sleep on me
    He playin'
    I'ma put some cheese on him
    Huh
    Oh
    She want him gone
    And I know he be havin' them ki's on him
    Oh yeah
    Ayy
    What dude be on
    New Chanely flavors for you
    Bezel
    Flavor flav on you
    That's one big-a*s watch
    We both been unfaithful
    But she know she's my drive
    Catch you with that n***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
    She gave me the p***y then put me inside of the friend zone still
    Left her on the table for you
    I can cut off all of my h*es and spin the block
    I been gettin' paper like loose leaf
    Gettin' guap
    I got just enough for me and you
    Baby