Frankenstein Lyrics – Swedish House Mafia & A$AP Rocky

Frankenstein Lyrics – Swedish House Mafia & A$AP Rocky

Mr. Frankenstein

Or Victor Frankenstein

I’m Dr. Frankenstein

I’m outchea saving lives

Igor by my side

That’s right, I made you, slime

Tyler, create you guys

Never mind, “It’s alive!”

I bet you hate that line

That’s death to everybody

In my class, no Columbine

Pay me in decimals

Comma signs, dolla signs

Baby, pay me no mind

‘Cause I’m outta mine (A$AP Rocky)

This nigga’s outta line

Iced out pendent, Jesus

Iced out cross, missed out on church last weekend

Ice to his chin, now them charges pending

Know that I’ma sin, Lord, forgive us

I’ma go to church next Christmas

I’m remember that-that Thank-Thanksgiving

When we was eating Church’s Chicken

Now ain’t that somethin’

It made me who 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

So ungrateful

I’ma make these boys act thankful

Like they forget they that need you

Most of these hoes unfaithful

So ungrateful (A$AP Rocky)

I’m the one who raised you

Bite the hand that feeds you

Be the hand that pay you, bitch

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, uh

Boy, you forget who raised you

Don’t bite the hand that feed 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

Yeah, that’s water, boy

Call me the water boy

Like Bobby Boucher, tax spray

Like what my ma-ma-ma-mama say

Flow, little boy, you’d better call the law

They got a styrofoam cup, well, where ya 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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