| Now the tears dry and the pain takes over
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| Let’s talk this payola (payola)
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| You killed God’s baby when it wasn’t his will
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| And blood spill, we can’t talk this shit over (this shit over)
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| The Lord is my shepherd, I am not sheep
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| I am just a short stone’s throw from the streets
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| I bring my offering, I will not preach
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| Awaken my demons, you can hear that man screaming
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| I’m no different than the priest, priest
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| Santeria (Santeria, Santeria, Santeria)
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| They say that death comes in threes, how appropriate
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| Triple back, they rush in like Soviets
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| At the Kremlin
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| Searching for the green like a Gremlin, presidential emblem
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| Presidential tint on this shit that I’m driven in
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| Woo! |
| I just place orders and drop dollars
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| Rotweillers roam the ground, the Glock hollers
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| The three of y’all are too accessible
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| Seen all the wrong moves, watching The Untouchables
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| We don’t do vegetables, niggas get flatlined
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| Welcome all beef, then we heat 'em with flat irons
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| Your plans are backfiring, think of double-crossing a priest
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| Hail Mary, repeat after me
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| Santeria
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| Ya te vas a la mañana (mañana)
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| Ah ah, los ángeles esperarán
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| Es el fuego que yo, conozco
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| Es el fuego que yo
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| Ya te vas a la mañana (mañana)
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| Ah ah, los ángeles esperarán
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| Es el fuego que yo, conozco
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| Es el fuego que yo
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| Of all the things I’ve ever paid for
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| Know that it’s no price tag when I wage war
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| It’s no more to pray for, niggas get preyed on
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| Darken my doorstep, they told me the day’s gone
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| You listening, De’von? |
| As I’m talking to your spirit for God’s sakes
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| I’m dealing with heartbreak
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| Checking my ego, I’m livin' with lost faith
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| I’m back in this shit, nigga, you ever seen Shark Tank?
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| I paid 'em in small bills, all of 'em small face
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| I bet when we draw blood, you niggas will draw blank
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| Dress you in all black, partnered with All Saints
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| Our numbers is all facts, my shooters give all thanks
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| And all praise, no jail bars can save
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| Leave you like Malcolm where X marks your grave
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| Hey, it’s probably better this way
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| It’s cheaper when the chaplain prays
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| Santeria
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| Ya te vas a la mañana (mañana)
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| Ah ah, los ángeles esperarán
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| Es el fuego que yo, conozco
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| Es el fuego que yo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Santeria , by - Pusha T. Song from the album DAYTONA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп