Review

May, 25th 2017

The entire clip consists of filming the aquarium with fishes swimming through the shooting. While the essence of this rap song is not so soothing at all – a guy tell the usual things that stick to rap – he will be having intimacy with a certain girl (her skin must be as black as a midnight), regardless of the god above their heads (he knows that fornication is a sin but doesn’t give a damn), he will take his chick to the best places, and he will drive her on some fancy cars. In the midst, he thinks that he won’t be caught by the police. Then he shifts to the cruel things like racial wars, prison break, and so on. Reference: “BagBak” by Vince Staples - Review on Pitchfork

BagBak lyrics - Vince Staples

Vince Staples "Baywatch" soundtrack

BagBak Song 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 f**k 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'

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 trippin'

(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

b**ch 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 trippin'

(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

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

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