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King Von & A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - My Fault (Official Lyric Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Von
King Von
Vocals
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dayvon Bennett
Dayvon Bennett
Songwriter
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Producer
Daniel Vargas
Daniel Vargas
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Robert Mendioro
Robert Mendioro
Assistant Mixing Engineer
jayme stoesser
jayme stoesser
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Banger
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
That's not my fault
That's not my fault
Von
[Chorus]
I know you tired of ****, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah)
You need a real ****, 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 ****, that's what I taught (Gang)
I know you tired of ****, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah, nah)
You need a real ****, 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 ****, that's what I taught
[Verse 1]
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 **** 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?
[Chorus]
I know you tired of ****, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah)
You need a real ****, 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 ****, that's what I taught (Gang)
I know you tired of ****, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah, nah)
You need a real ****, 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 ****, that's what I taught
[Verse 2]
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 ****, 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
[Chorus]
I know you tired of ****, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah)
You need a real ****, 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 ****, that's what I taught (Gang)
I know you tired of ****, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah, nah)
You need a real ****, 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 ****, that's what I taught
Written by: Artist Julius Dubose, Darrell Jackson, Dayvon Bennett
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