Testo Frankenstein - MoStack feat. MIST
Testo della canzone Frankenstein (MoStack feat. MIST), tratta dall'album High Street Kid 2
Fuck me, you wanna suck me, that's fine
Take your fingers and...
Yeah
(Steel Banglez)
She said fuck me, she wanna fuck me, that's fine
Take your finger and stick it where the sun don't shine
Back from the dead like I'm Frankenstein
Jump on the stage, only man can sign
Uh, the Patron's nice, but this Brandy's fine (yeah, it is)
So why you like to stand in line?
Yeah, I'm back from the dead like I'm Frankenstein (uh)
Bought it all with cash, man don't consign (nah)
Them man are fake, I could never co-sign
I just saw bro and I threw a gang sign
Leavin' the club with two gal on his side
Then I had to take the wheel because bro couldn't drive
Yo, what happened last night?
Drink drivin' got me fuckin' up my damn tires
Don't sleep at night, I'm like a vampire
Bring the heat to your block like a campfire
Drive it like I stole it, 'cause I own it, it ain't damn hired
My dad never see sun, he a vampire (mad)
That's why I love mum, she my empire
You know we shine bright like sapphire
But when bro fire, man saw bare fire
Uh, the Patron's nice, but this Brandy's fine (yeah, it is)
So why you like to stand in line? Yeah
I'm back from the dead like I'm Frankenstein (uh)
Bought it all with cash, man don't consign (nah)
Them man are fake, I could never co-sign
I just saw bro and I threw a gang sign
Leavin' the club with two gal on his side?
Then I had to take the wheel because bro couldn't drive
Them man are fake truly
Fake if you know me
And you know where my opp lives and I don't know
Ay, bro, is than an opp or the Po Po?
Is that a copper in a helicopter, let me know, sure (let me know)
'Cause bro got the MAC in a choke hold
He had one Nike clothes when he lined up the gunshot
Bro let it off then he fucked off (yeah)
Dot dot, clip four wouldn't fold up (mm-hm)
Many years down the line, now we're more up (mm-hm)
A dinger, three sticks and four up (mm-hm)
We just caught an opp then we pour up (mm-hm)
And now there's somethin' on the lick, wipe the pork off
Heard he spoke to the pigs, man, they're all sus
They don't really want the war, 'cause (nah)
Get the job done, get touched, I'm oversea's across the border
You can fly away because bro just borred them up
Now I'm on beach drinkin', drink out a coconut
Patron's nice, but this Brandy's fine (yeah, it is)
So why you like to stand in line?
Yeah I'm back from the dead like I'm Frankenstein (uh)
Bought it all with cash, man don't consign (nah)
Them man are fake, I could never co-sign
I just saw bro and I threw a gang sign
Leavin' the club with two gal on who's side?
Then I had to take the wheel because bro couldn't drive
I got his back, he's got mine
(Rxwntree)
Credits
Writer(s): Pahuldip Singh Sandhu, Samuel Daley Montell, Rhys Thomas Sylvester, Anthony Bunbury
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