DEADMAN BONE Songtext
von Cruel Santino

Jaletta, shawty use her feet and stamp (stamp, stamp)
Collector, she don′t want tease her pam, pam (pam, pam)
I rate her, any man ah chiga we ah slam (slam, slam)
The slater, come give me that kush Ganjaman (man, man)

Like disciple, shawty use her feet and stamp (stamp, stamp)
In the cycle, niggas think they bigger than Pac (Pac, Pac)
Ain't no lie yeah, play the game you beat it and stop (stop, stop)
World eye, that′s the monster gun shot

Me suffer, the wicked wanna see the man down
Me nah fall (fall, fall), on your mark come face the beast firm and proper (proper)
Now we weave all the bullet that they shoot from afar (far, far)
Santino be the chosen one, nah free the other man


Kinda cold in the block, but we hot boy
Took a deal, six figures, boy, I'm out, boy (yeah, yeah)
Santino with the dance, I got the pop, boy
Now we makin' all the moves, I need to stop, boy
She said, "Santi how could you learn?"
I kissed her, finessed her, took off with the bands
The Carter, the shotta, big money
Santi, lowkey, how could you learn?

Ayy, Santi say you a deadman
Yeah, oh, say deadman
Ayy, Santi this ain′t watchu said man
We′re past sticky situation
See how far we go with the ray gun (yeah)
Pull up on you, congratulations
Deadman, yeah (yeah), dead (yeah)
Aye Santi, this ain't watchu said (yeah)

Reflectin′ (yeah), we light it, yeah
Mi flexin, ya like it? Yeah
Refreshin' (yeah, yeah, yeah) we vibin′
We're takin′ psylocibin, yeah
Stilettos (yeah, yeah, yeah), mi Nikes
Mi breda, give me the guidance, yeah
Mi ray gun (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), beside me
Jamaican, livin, survivin', yeah


Mi no really care what dem talk about me (yeah)
Made it anyway, what a shot at dem ya
You know anywhere man I chata bem bay? (Yeah)
Me tell all mi dogs mi will never go astray
Yeah-yeah, inna real life
We laugh, but I know you feel like
Real life lookin' back on me like
Deadman bone, yeah

Okay, waste your money
She don′t even want one (got me in the red)
Come and see something
She gon′ need a lil pump (gonna need a lil')
Homie kill, kill, he ain′t with that god son
Come and get some, girl I know you want some (I got it)
I know they talkin' about me, I′m the shit don't send it
They don′t know shit, I'm lowkey, just like the reverend (like the reverend)
It ain't do or die, and I even gotta touch it (gotta touch it)
You know I′m pretty wild, so my bitches gotta fuck shit (gotta fuck)