Sudaca Lyrics – DUKI

“Sudaca” has been sung by the artists DUKI, Lucho SSJ, and Pablo Chill-E, with all the three being noted as singers, composers, and lyricists. According to the song information that has been provided, the song was released on 5 November 2026 and falls under the category of English. The three artists work together in the singing, composing, and lyricist roles, thus giving the song a collaborative artistic identity. The artists DUKI, Lucho SSJ, and Pablo Chill-E play roles in all the three key artistic aspects of the song, thus combining the role of the artist in a single song. The song lacks an album name as per the provided information, thus the song has not been put in any album name.

Sudaca Song Info

Song Information	Details
Singer	DUKI, Lucho SSJ, Pablo Chill-E
Composer	DUKI, Lucho SSJ, Pablo Chill-E
Lyrics	DUKI, Lucho SSJ, Pablo Chill-E
Album	—
Release	5 Nov 2026
Language	English

Sudaca Song Lyrics

Stacking Benjamins to transform them into mansions
I vomit my sadness to transform it into songs
This isn’t GTA, the missions are IRL
The bars are infinite like my connections
At this rhythm I have cardio ready for a marathon (Not you)
I’m the one who cuts the cake, that’s why I’m the one who eats (You nothing)
I’m still at 100 kilos, heavyweight, we’re champions (Oh)
I gained my weight in diamonds and lost it in belly fat (Duko!)

South American blood with unbroken faith (Wuh, wuh)
If I take out the pencil, I load the Ithaca (Wuh, wuh, wuh)
I throw my cards, my life a blackjack
God, thank you for this, I’ve been waiting for it for so long (Ah-ah)
Now it’s my ZaZa, now it’s my backpack
Now it’s my soul, I keep rolling (Duko)
Now we double what we needed (How?)
I have New Era making my snapback (Prra)

I’m thankful my family has money for a long time (You don’t)
And to think I started in this to get out of a bad time (You nothing)
Many years in the industry, I’m an expert in contracts (The plug)
I’m not the plug, I’m the database (Duko!)
Don’t waste my time, I can’t even handle myself
I don’t want to dirty the scene, or tarnish the Valentinos
It’s that when I hear a beat, my blood is cold, a killer
I’ll buy the apartment if my neighbor complains (Wuh!)
Street, Street Fighter, my dark-skinned one like Dudley
Throwing without looking and I celebrate it like Curry
In my neighborhood they didn’t rap and now it looks like Brooklyn
It got so out of hand, they compare Yeezy with Duki (Pablo)

Better walk on the sidewalk (Wuh)
I’ll take your girl to bed (Haha)
They’re like termites, clinging to my hair and my dick (Thirst)
My bitch takes lean, she’s not even sick (Lean)
Glup, glup, glup, lots of shine in the club (Wuh)
Now I sell Movistars, before it was drugs
I drag my poncho at the door in your hood
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, I’m a king in the south
The dealers want to kill me (Wah)
Because their bitches want to fuck me (Wah)
But I don’t fuck with hoodrats anymore (Nah)
I’m an OG, you’re a Rugrat
I like to use Ruger, but the Glock doesn’t jam (Wah, wah)
I live like a nigger from Atlanta
My cousin on the spot moving the white stuff (Ah)
And my brother in America pulling strings (Rra)
In this genre I’m like [Rocha?] and In Chile I am the creator of banking (Shh)

Hello, let me introduce myself, I’m young OG.
I grew up with trap, I’m one of the fathers.
Come on, I’ll show you where I grew up.
In a thick atmosphere, in a pool of blood.
My father left me and I took on the responsibility of being the man of the house for my mother.
I started rapping so I wouldn’t go hungry.
I started rapping so I wouldn’t jump the fence.
On the street I rise, I feel like Blopa.
On the chain, a kilo of dope.
Super trapper, missions without a cape.
Always with Maula, smoking a drink
. Now they measure the stacks at LeBron’s height.
I put on the condom and your bitch swings.
I hit it in the mouth, we’re in the Dakar.
She moves her ass like an Atlanta strip club.

South American blood with unbroken faith (Wuh, wuh)
If I take out the pencil, I load the Ithaca (Wuh, wuh, wuh)
I throw my cards, my life a blackjack
God, thank you for that, I’ve been waiting for it for so long
Now it’s my ZaZa, now it’s my backpack
Now it’s my soul, I keep rolling (Oh, no)
Now we double what we needed (How?)
I got New Era making my snapback, trra

Wow

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