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on the radio - duende lyrics

[intro]
*laughs*
bring the b-ss line in
you know what’s cracking
duende’s back again homeboy
get your cuete’s ready
keep em c-cked
the shit gets hot

[hook]
rough with this shit
you can’t f-ck with this shit
(ooh i’m on the radio)
rough with this shit
you can’t f-ck with this shit
(ooh i’m on the radio)
rough with this shit
you can’t f-ck with this shit
(ooh i’m on the radio)
rough with this shit
you can’t f-ck with this shit
(ooh i’m on the radio)
rough with this shit
you can’t f-ck with this shit
(ooh i’m on the radio)
rough with this shit
you can’t f-ck with this shit
(ooh i’m on the radio)
rough with this shit
you can’t f-ck with this shit
(ooh i’m on the radio)
rough with this shit
you can’t f-ck with this shit
(ooh i’m on the radio)

[verse 1]
it’s about that time
ready for whatever’s next
whoever steps
i flip em en un dos por tres
i stay connected
all the way from south aztlan
you can’t catch me
so yo no se pa donde van
it’s like ashes
all you’ll have to do is blow
and there they go
homie got a sick -ss flow
can’t f-ck with the radio
way too gangster
can’t f-ck with the manager
end up shanking em
if the people wanna see me
they gotta get the cd
believe me
cause i don’t think
they want me on the t.v
i’m raza 113 percent
so i always represent to the fullest extent
bring the b-ss line
can’t afford to waste time
caught another case
so the jury want some face time
sleeping in the day time
creeping in the night
but now i got my sack
so you know i’m alright

[verse 2]
i’m drunk, strapped and mexican
what neighborhood
you think you stepping in?
f-ck money
i wanna see real dead presidents
i’m night of the living dead beginning
i’m dead but i’m living
stephen king wasn’t bullshitting
i chunk a bottle
at your rusty monte carlo
i got a hollow
that’ll f-ck up all your plans tomorrow
si quieren caigan
¿tienes fuska? traela
empieza la batalla
cuando cruces esta raya
borro pantallas
en donde caiga
i make you think
i was connected with al-qaeda
psychos locos
pocos pero locos
maníacos en los ojos
asi somos nosotros
entiendan
understand the kind of man
that’ll drive this grand am
off the bridge like stan
a f-cking lunatic
spit so sick
that in one split second
snap & start shit

[verse 3]
this is for my real dogs
holler if you with me
51-50
so how can you forget me?
keep it on the low low
but know that if we get down
and slow-mo tko by the 5th round
i’m a psycho
lucifer’s disciple
six sixty-six
in your closet with a rifle
watch the blind spot
sure to make your spine pop
came to play russian roulette
with the 9 glock super automatic
d-mn it i’m duende
b-tches get the first shot
to the frente
homie we could ride
diga lo que diga
stomping in my filas
sipping on a bottle of tequila
f-ck man power
climb up to the tallest tower
got the ammo & the power
to devour all you cowards
front page material
don’t act like you don’t know what’s going on
like we came to make a scene & then we’re gone

- duende lyrics

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