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Vince Staples - BagBak (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocals
Ken Rogers
Ken Rogers
Vocals
Ray Brady
Ray Brady
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Songwriter
Ray Brady
Ray Brady
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ray Brady
Ray Brady
Producer
William Francis Delaney VI
William Francis Delaney VI
Additional Engineer
Mark Stent
Mark Stent
Mixing Engineer
Michael Freeman
Michael Freeman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Michael Law Thomas
Michael Law Thomas
Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

This is for my future baby mama Hope your skin is black as midnight I'll take you out that Honda I can put you in a Benz I can balance out your chakras Fornication is a sin, we can fuck all night regardless Our father art in heaven, as I pray for new McLarens Pray the police don't come blow me down 'cause of my complexion Everybody think they know me now Cause I'm chicken-checkin' Negro, you are not my homie How dare you think it's different Boy, you tripping Gas break 'n dip, the cash came, I flipped And stacked that, yeah I stacked that past the ceiling So sacrilegious, don't ask to chat And don't ask for pictures, bagbak I'm tripping Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me, homie Boy I'm buoyant, we are Floating on them peons Go in 'til they take my bro'nem out them CDCRs Prison system broken, racial war commotion Until the president get ashy, Vincent won't be votin' We need Tamikas and Shaniquas in that Oval Office Obama ain't enough for me, we only getting started The next Bill Gates can be on Section 8 up in the projects So 'til they love my dark skin Bitch I'm goin' all in Gas break 'n dip, the cash came, I flipped And stacked that, yeah I stacked that past the ceiling So sacrilegious, don't ask to chat And don't ask for pictures, bagbak I'm tripping Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me, homie They found it Depth close to 3,230 feet A deep dive, but within acceptable range Clap your hands if the police ever profiled You ain't gotta worry, don't be scary 'cause we on now Ain't no gentrifying us, we finna buy the whole town Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now We on now, we on now Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now Tell the government to suck a dick, because we on now Tell the president to suck a dick, because we on now We on now We on now We on now We on now
Writer(s): Vince Staples, Raymond Brady Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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