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Santeria
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pusha T
Pusha T
Vocals
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Keyboards
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Programming
070 Shake
070 Shake
Vocals
Antony Williams
Antony Williams
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Songwriter
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Songwriter
Isaac Hayes
Isaac Hayes
Songwriter
Danielle Balbuena
Danielle Balbuena
Songwriter
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Timothy Jordan Jenks
Songwriter
Antony Williams
Antony Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Tom Kahre
Tom Kahre
Recording Engineer
Nathaniel Alford
Nathaniel Alford
Recording Engineer
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Jenna Felsenthal
Jenna Felsenthal
Assistant Engineer
Mike Malchicoff
Mike Malchicoff
Engineer
Mike Snell
Mike Snell
Vocal Recording Engineer
Pi’erre Bourne
Pi’erre Bourne
Additional Producer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Assistant Engineer

Letra

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