[Intro]
Banger
Uh
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
Huh? Huh? What?
That's not my fault
That's not my fault
Von
[Chorus]
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]
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 somethin' caught my eye
I saw this bitch come down the stairs and asked her why she cryin' (What's wrong?)
And this lil' bitch was fine
"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)
Keep playin', I'ma put some cheese on him (Huh? What?)
Oh, she want him gone
And I know he be havin' them keys on him (Oh yeah?)
Man, what dude be on?
[Chorus]
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
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught
[Open Verse]
[Chorus]
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
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught
Banger
Uh
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
Huh? Huh? What?
That's not my fault
That's not my fault
Von
[Chorus]
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]
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 somethin' caught my eye
I saw this bitch come down the stairs and asked her why she cryin' (What's wrong?)
And this lil' bitch was fine
"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)
Keep playin', I'ma put some cheese on him (Huh? What?)
Oh, she want him gone
And I know he be havin' them keys on him (Oh yeah?)
Man, what dude be on?
[Chorus]
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
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught
[Open Verse]
[Chorus]
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
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught
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