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BagBak
351.319
Em turnê
Hip-Hop/Rap
BagBak foi lançado em 23 de junho de 2017 por Def Jam Recordings como parte do álbum Big Fish Theory
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Data de lançamento23 de junho de 2017
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM82

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Vocais
Ken Rogers
Ken Rogers
Vocais
Ray Brady
Ray Brady
Programação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Vince Staples
Vince Staples
Composição
Ray Brady
Ray Brady
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Ray Brady
Ray Brady
Produção
William Francis Delaney VI
William Francis Delaney VI
Engenharia adicional
Mark Stent
Mark Stent
Engenharia (mixagem)
Michael Freeman
Michael Freeman
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Michael Law Thomas
Michael Law Thomas
Engenharia (gravação de vocais)

Letra

[Verse 1]
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 trippin'
[Chorus]
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, back back, I'm trippin'
Back back, better back back, you don't know me
Better back back, better back back, you don't know me
Better back back, better back back, you don't know me
Back back, better back back, you don't know me, homie
[Verse 2]
Boy, I'm buoyant, we are floating on them peons
Go in till 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 till they love my dark skin
Bitch, I'm goin' all in
[Chorus]
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, back back I'm trippin'
Back back, better back back, you don't know me
Better back back, better back back, you don't know me
Better back back, better back back, you don't know me
Back back, better back back, you don't know me, homie
[Verse 3]
They found it
Depth close to 3,230 feet
A deep dive, but within acceptable range
[Outro]
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
Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now
Tell the president to suck a dick, because we on now
Tell the government to suck a dick, because we on now
We on now, we on now
We on now, we on now
We on now, we on now
We on now, we on now
Written by: Raymond Brady, Vince Staples
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