[Intro: 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
[Chorus: King 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
[Verse 1: King Von]
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' 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 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?
Banger
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
Uh? What?
That's not my fault
That's not my fault
Von
[Chorus: King 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
[Verse 1: King Von]
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' 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 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?
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