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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Alexander Scott Jr.
Songwriter
Andre James Hustace
Songwriter
Scott Warren Thompson II
Songwriter
Ezekiel Micheal Joseph
Songwriter
Mia Berber
Songwriter
Στίχοι
Gotdamn (Gotdamn)
Gotdamn (Gotdamn)
Gotdamn (Gotdamn)
Gotdamn (Gotdamn)
47 (F-fourty-seven)
47 (Fourty-seven)
47 (F-fourty-seven)
47 (Fourty-seven)
Huh, Gotdamn
Gotdamn
Gotdamn
Gotdamn (What)
47 (Yuh)
47, F-fourty-seven
I'm from my Str33t, Str33t, Str33t
Nah I don't tote heat, heat, heat
But the po-po stop me, me, me
Man fuck the police, lice, lice
I been focused on me
And my Black boy joy
I be focused on myself, but the police makin noise
Get up out my face
They trynna spray me like mace
Gotta go through this everyday
What's up with the hate?
Nigga imma be ok
Nigga we gonna be ok
Wonder if Nate Turner be proud of me
And Angela Davis
Cause I'm revolutionary as fuck
And I know the police they hate it
Fuck 12!
Fuck 12! (Uh-huh)
Fuck 12!(Yea yea)
Fuck 12! (Aye aye)
Fuck 12! (47)
Fuck 12! (Aye 47)
Fuck 12! (Fuck em)
Fuck 12! (Gotdamn)
Fed ass niggas why I get behind bars
Yea I run with red and blues
Unless it's top a cop cars (huh)
Condescending
Talk smart and you get offended
Cuffing me for a sentence
Your justice is my oppression
Mr. Officer, is you a dirty cop or what?
Because this law corrupt
Separate me from my family
Or you slaughter us
Fuck that gun on yo waste
For police trynna dictate
Ask em how my dick taste
Fuck 12!
Fuck 12! (Uh-huh)
Fuck 12!(Yea yea)
Fuck 12! (Aye aye)
Fuck 12! (47)
Fuck 12! (Aye 47)
Fuck 12! (Fuck em)
Fuck 12! (Gotdamn)
Stomp twelve in my elevens
He prayin like a reverend
Each kick's for every time them niggas
Shot one of my brethren
They lock me up by force
Slap food from off my fork
I stay far from them pigs
Never fuckin with that pork
Pull me over on some shit
I'm like what the fuck
Skrt skrt imma bust'em up
So fresh, so clean
So they sus as fuck
Hate the way a nigga
Run it up
I told you I wasn't snitchin
Not tryna be yo informant
And don't go searchin my crib
If yo dumbass ain't got a warrant
Fuck 12!
Fuck 12! (Uh-huh)
Fuck 12!(Yea yea)
Fuck 12! (Aye aye)
Fuck 12! (47)
Fuck 12! (Aye 47)
Fuck 12! (Fuck em)
Fuck 12! (Gotdamn)
These pigs real stupid
I shoot them like cupid
Now he a ghost he move through shit
Get bruised bitch
Shit on them real putrid
Confused yet so clueless
You knew this
Cops comin im zoomin
Nnnyyyyeeeeewwww
Red & blue lights behind me
Purple in my bag
Flashlight and they fighting with me
Wonder why they mad
Maybe they intimidated
Skin color eliminated
Kill us and they too elated
Hol up lemme demonstrate it
Nigga (Nigggggaaa)
Fuck 12!
Fuck 12! (Uh-huh)
Fuck 12!(Yea yea)
Fuck 12! (Aye aye)
Fuck 12! (47)
Fuck 12! (Aye 47)
Fuck 12! (Fuck em)
Fuck 12! (Gotdamn)
Writer(s): Justin Scott Jr.
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