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F*ck 12 Song Lyrics
F*ck 12 by Quavo [Intro: Malcolm X]
We are denied not only civil rights, but even human rights. So the only way we’re going to get some of this exploitation away from us, or aside from us… Who taught you to hate the race that you belong to? So much so that you don’t want to be around each other. Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair? Who taught you to hate the color of your skin?

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Fabrics, fabrics (Whoo)
Expensive, linen (Linen)
Put that b**ch in the kitchen, in the kitchen whippin’
Back in the days, I was doin’ lord willin’
Mama gonna kill me, double cup spillin’ (Spillin’)
Every time I get the hundo, Will I’m trippin’
Every time your b**ch phone rings she workin’ (brr-brr)
Get no playin’ time, Kendrick Perkins
Rockin’ Timbs like I’m in New Jersey (Jersey)
Dubs versus Hawks, took off KD jersey
And he scored a 30
Up real early, servin’, servin’, servin’
f**k that b**ch, she a virgin (Smash)
Said she had to go to work, she was nursin’ (Nursin’)
I can turn the pot to the armed service (Service)
I declare war on your whole 30
Choppa hold a hunnid
If I wasn’t real, I would be a hunnid
So that mean everything authentic (‘Thentic)
Every car I get, windows presidented (Presidented)

[Chorus: Quavo]
f**k 12, f**k 12 (Woo woo)
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12 (Woo woo)
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12 (Woo woo)
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12 (Woo woo)
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12 (Woo woo)
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12 (Woo woo)
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12 (Woo woo)
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12 (Woo woo)
f**k 12, f**k 12 (Yeah, hey!)
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12 (Woo woo)
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12 (Woo woo)
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12 (Woo woo)
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12 (Woo woo)
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12 (Woo woo)
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12 (Woo woo)
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12 (Woo woo)

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset
Knocking at the door, bail
Cookin’ up the dope, rope tail
You can get a whole wholesale (Wholesale)
f**k 12, 12 on my coattails
They hatin’, contemplatin’ on the money I’m makin’
First niggas trappin’ out the bando, you fakin’
Karate chop the brick, cut it up, Ninja Gaiden
Go and get the re-up, out the buck, not later
Kickin’ my feet up, the J wanna eat up
Your b**ch addicted to this drip like a needle
Detective on my back, just took my money, I’m illegal
Shootin’ at the pigs, they been killin’ all our people
Young, rich, black, got my mama on my back
Daddy disappeared when my mama took him back
You shot him ’cause you thought he had a gun or he black
You better watch out for the boys when you’re black

[Verse 3: Quavo]
I’m doin’ just what I wanna (For real)
Don’t believe me, bet a hundred (Bet it)
Bet a nigga won’t go under (Bet it)
Huncho realest out the jungle (Huncho)
I got the bricks from Wakanda (Bricks)
Them boys did the block over yonder (Skrr)
12 tried to pull a young nigga over
One call to my mama
‘Cause I’m black, I don’t know how to act
f**k the front seat, I go sit in the back
‘Cause I’m black, I don’t know how to act
Double my cup and pour yak (Martell)
‘Cause I’m black, I don’t give a f**k about that
You judging me off the face tats (Whoa)
And I’m black (Black)
Whips on my back got me the whips out back (Whoo)

[Chorus: Quavo]
f**k 12, f**k 12
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12
f**k 12, f**k 12, f**k 12

[Outro: Quavo, Malcolm X & others]
Hands up, don’t shoot
Hands up, don’t shoot
Hands up, don’t shoot (f**k ’em)
Hands up, don’t shoot (f**k ’em)
Hands up, don’t shoot (f**k ’em)
Hands up, don’t shoot (f**k ’em)
Hands up, don’t shoot
(f**k ’em, f**k ’em, f**k ’em, f**k ’em)
We are being killed every day
This gon’ be your life every day
You gon’ get tired of this sh*t before we do
You can ask yourself who taught you to hate being what God made you
f**k ’em
f**k ’em