Vince Staples "BANGBAK" 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' 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) (Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me) (Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me, homie) Boy I'm buoy...
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