Frankenstein (feat. A$AP Rocky)

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(A$AP Rocky)
 ♪
 Mr. Frankenstein
 Or Victor Frankenstein (ooh)
 I'm Doctor Frankenstein
 I'm out here saving lives
 Igor by my side (ooh)
 That's right, I made you slime (ooh)
 Tyler, Create you guys
 Never mind (it's alive! Uh)
 I bet you hate that line (woo)
 That's death to everybody in my class, no Columbine (woo)
 Pay me in decimals (uh), comma signs, dollar signs
 Baby, pay me no mind 'cause I'm outta mine (A$AP Rocky)
 These niggas outta line (uh)
 Iced out pendant, Jesus
 Iced out cross, missed out on church last weekend
 Ice to his chain, now them charges pending
 Know that I'ma sin, Lord, forgive us (woo)
 I'ma go to church next Christmas
 I remember that-that Thank-Thanksgiving
 When we was eatin' Church's Chicken, now ain't that somethin'
 It made me who I am, I don't take back shit bitch
 So ungrateful
 Remember who raised you
 Don't bite the hand that feed you
 Be the same hand that pays you (woo!)
 So ungrateful
 I'ma make these boys act thankful
 Like they forget that they need you
 Most of these hoes unfaithful
 So ungrateful (A$AP Rocky)
 I'm the one who raised you (raised you)
 Bite the hand that feeds you (feeds you)
 Be the hand that pay you, bitch (itch)
 So unfaithful
 I'ma make these boys act thankful
 It's like they forget that they need you
 Most of these hoes unfaithful (uh, yeah)
 So ungrateful
 Boy you forget who raised you
 Don't bite the hand that feeds you
 Most of these hoes unfaithful (what's going on?)
 Where the fuck you been?
 Where the fuck you been?
 Came to fuck up shit in the club again
 Where the fuck you been?
 Where the fuck you been?
 Shut the fuck up, nigga, way too talkative
 I'm in the mosh pit, finna bust some shit
 I'm in the mosh pit, finna bust some shit
 In the mosh pit, I'm finna fuck up shit
 Bloody nose, busted lip, boy, I love this shit (yeah!)
 Poof! Got my boots
 Got it laced, fuck up out my face
 Who, lost? Got it, force
 I'ma floss, Norway, Voss (woo)
 Yeah, that's water, boy, call me the waterboy
 Like Bobby Boucher, tax spray kike what my ma-ma-ma-mama say
 Flow, 'lil boy, you'd better call the law
 They got a styrofoam cup, well, where your soda boy?
 Now, I'm in my bag, can't forget my past, focus on my path
 They gon' feel my wrath, please don't touch my, please don't touch my
 Kiss my ass, then collect my thoughts then collect my gat
 Oh, where the guns? What I'm forced to resort to, fuck you expect?
 I'm in the mosh pit, finna bust some shit
 I'm in the mosh pit, finna bust some shit
 In the mosh pit, I'm finna fuck up shit
 Bloody nose, busted lip, boy, I love this shit (bitch!)
 Where the fuck you been?
 Where the fuck you been?
 Came to fuck up shit in the club again
 Where the fuck you been?
 Where the fuck you been?
 Shut the fuck up, nigga, way too talkative
 Where the fuck you been?
 Where the fuck you been?
 Turn the fuck up, nigga, in the club again
 Where the fuck you been?
 Where the fuck you been?
 Heard he talking shit, well, shut the fuck up then
 

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Duration
03:27
Key
1
Tempo
106 BPM

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