Bob the Drag Queen - BLACK (feat. Basit & Ocean Kelly) [Official Music Video]

“BLACK” OUT NOW
https://ffm.to/blackbtdq
Director - Marvin Brown
Creative Direction - Bob The Drag Queen & Marvin Brown
Executive Producers: Ryan Aceto, David Charpentier, Jacob Slane
First AD - Ivy Lindsey
Producer - Sara Lacombe
Director of Photography Anthony Kimata
Production Designer - Cody Fusina
Editor/VFX - Luka Stemberger
Bob MUA - Laila McQueen @misslailamcqueen
Stylist - John Jimenez @itzjonce
Stylist assistant - Byron Alvarado @supbyron
Choreography - Marvin Brown
Choreography Assistant - Renee Ritchie @reneeritch
Dancers -
Alex Jackson @alexthelionbitch
Daniel Ralph @danielralphofficial
Devon Daniels @dubs_deez
Justin porter @justinnporter
Assistant to Bob: Kennedy Warner
PEG Records Coordinators: Day Williams & Coen Hutton
BTS Photography: Jacob Ritts & Simon Chasalow
Management: Producer Entertainment Group (PEG)
Record Label: PEG Records
Music Production: Ocean Kelly & Mitch Ferrino
Songwriters: Christopher Caldwell, Ocean Kelly, BASIT
Distributed by: PEG Records via ADA/Warner Music Group

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LYRICS:
I’m black with a capital black

Tell these brand new bitches need to watch their backs

Cause I don’t play games when it come to my money

Yeah I be telling jokes but ain’t a damn thing funny


Nickname Fagatron, are you ready to gagatron

Pussy got you walking funny, it’s a weapon

Make my sure hair is on before I carry on

And got the game locked tighter than then pentagon


Play this song from Broadway to Cahuenga

If I’m on the track it’s guaranteed to be a banger

Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit

Music for my people and you ain’t gotta like shit BITCH


Play this song from Broadway to Cahuenga

If I’m on the track it’s guaranteed to be a banger

Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit

Music for my people and you ain’t gotta like shit


Ease on down to the ground, drop it low

Wind your waist, feel the bass in your soul

Black and proud everywhere that we go

Say it loud, let them haters know

My roots run deep, hair grows to the sky

Gravity we defy

Ass clapback like a counterattack

Feels so good to be black


Cause I’m a real black bitch

I’m on the attack bitch

Ain’t no lazy motherfuckers, cause we picking up the slack bitch

Get your black ass to the front of the class

If Rosa Parks could see you now, she’d be beating that ass

We working twice as hard, taking half the pay

Multiply by 2 if you black and gay

Keep up because I know it’s hard to understand

But multiply by 10 if you black and trans


Cause this Mary is a Mac, and I’m sick of wearing black

Keep dodging silver bullets, cause they coming for my back

Bah Bah, black sheep thicker than a snicker

Said I’d never get a BBL, I think I’ll reconsider


Play this song from Broadway to Cahuenga

If I’m on the track it’s guaranteed to be a banger

Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit

Music for my people and you ain’t gotta like shit BITCH


Play this song from Broadway to Cahuenga

If I’m on the track it’s guaranteed to be a banger

Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit

Music for my people and you ain’t gotta like shit


Black as fuck, no I won’t never deny it

You bitches missing the flavor, and I’ll forever supply it

I’m talking Lawry seasoning in my mac and cheese

I got Jamaican niggas serving me rice and peas

Whether it’s afro puffs or it’s a curly occasion

He wants a country little nigga

He knows it’s juicy and cajun

And it’ll turn to gymnastics soon as I hop on the dick

Give him the back handspring and then I lickety split


Back to the subject at hand

We wasn’t part of the plan

That’s why my niggas want reparations, so how is you paying

I don’t need February to tell me I’m necessary

Cause soon I’m gone pop, no Britney Spears or no Katy Perry

See they overanalyzing, and they over criticizing

The way that they tantalizing is honestly not surprising

Cause me and my people got generations demolished by triggers

Hand on my holster, because my blackness is power my niggas


Ease on down to the ground, drop it low

Wind your waist, feel the bass in your soul

Black and proud everywhere that we go

Say it loud, let them haters know

My roots run deep, hair grows to the sky

Gravity, we defy

Ass clapback like a counterattack

Feels so good to be black