No Son Klle English Lyrics | Santa Fe Klan, Duki & Peso Pluma

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No Son Klle English Lyrics | Santa Fe Klan, Duki & Peso Pluma | Letra de “NO SON KLLE” – Let me introduce you to the lively trio, who has created the “No Son Klle” song – Santa Fe Klan, Duki, and Peso Pluma. 

The fantastic No Son Klle lyrics are written by the artists themselves. The music is produced by an outstanding team led by Leroy Moler Vidal, Yesan 雪山, Joni Jams.

This is a meeting place for the talents, as it draws three from different musical environments to develop something very individual.

The first major player is Santa Fe Klan, a character from Mexico whose barbarous and unpolished songs make him quite a noted fellow. 

The artist blends diverse musical styles like hip-hop and regional Mexican music effortlessly; in any case, he spits the strong energy of each verse. 

He is the embodiment of power on the mic which builds up the room’s energy and places the audience amid the performance where they can equally enjoy thrill and detail.

Let’s talk of Duki, the Argentinian packed with trap bombs, who has been giving the Latin trap game hell. Duki’s flow drops like a rollercoaster – wild, pulse-pounding, and audaciously piercing. 

Every time he drops a verse, it’s a course of lyrical dexterity, where he displays his command over rhythm change, speedy delivery, and melodic flows. 

Duki’s contribution to “No Son Klle” defines him as a singer with multidimensional talents.

Yet, among all of them, the other talent from Mexico is Peso Pluma who is the last one. Rep on his lyrics and killer confidence, Peso Pluma spices up the whole collaboration. 

The rapper can utilize his lyrics to add layers to the track as well as create a dynamic display of the styles, which keeps listeners alert.

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No Son Klle English Lyrics | Santa Fe Klan, Duki & Peso Pluma | Letra de "NO SON KLLE"

Santa Fe Klan, Duki & Peso Pluma | Letra de “NO SON KLLE”

[Letra de “NO SON KLLE”]

¿Qué onda, locos? (Pa’ los barrios de Argentina)
Ya llegó el pinche güero y la Santa
(México, de la Santa a todos los barrios; fúmala, la-la, la-la)

Acá con el Duki (Ah)
Fúmala, la-la, la-la-la
Fúmala, la-la, la-la
Fúmala, la-la, la-la-la
Fúmala, la-la, la-la

[Verso 1: Santa Fe Klan]
Mira en lo que nos convertimos (No)
Los kilos los mueven mis primos (Ah)
Batallamos y sufrimos (Hey)
Nada me cambia (No), sigo siendo el mismo (No)

Siempre voy a hacer lo que se pueda (Ah)
La mandamo’ pa’ todas las tiendas (Ah)
Soy el jefe de la venta
Tenemos calibre 50 (Rra)

[Coro: Santa Fe Klan]
Dicen que son, pero no son, no son de calle
Préndete dos, yo soy el que les pone un baile
Si me voy a prisión, les encargo a mi madre
Nunca fue mi intención disparar lo’ metales

[Verso 2: Duki & Santa Fe Klan]
Estos gallo’ que me fumo me hacen ver en fotograma’
‘Toy viviendo en el futuro, okey, mi vida es Futurama
Siempre cuido lo que es mío, dueño de mi fonogramas
Escribo tanto que me dicen “mano larga'”, Wembanyama

‘Toy facturando el doble que ustedes estando acosta’o
Le ponen valor a mi arte sin saber lo que ha costa’o
Preguntan si tengo clone’, es que me ven por todo’ la’o
Como Adesanya doy flechazo’ cuando los dejo knockout

[Coro: Duki]
Dicen que son, pero no son, no son de calle
Prendemos dos, suena la to’, no nos para nadie
Si mañana me voy, todo pa’ mi madre
Firmando en el cielo con mis iniciales

[Verso 3: Duki & Santa Fe Klan]
Estoy modo anti dos cara’, fuck gemini’
Ese ego va a estrellarlo’ como a Lady Di
Dame la bocha, te armo el juego, Kevin De Bruyne
Me gusta popstar, pero punk, Avril Lavigne

Y aunque pase el fuckin’ tiempo nunca cambia la misión
Siempre va a haber un hermano que merece una mansión
Mi mamá preguntando cuándo estoy de vacación
La familia tiene gasto’ y me gusta pagarlos yo

[Verso 4: Santa Fe Klan]
Loco, en la cabina contando dinero
Mi cuenta de banco tiene muchos ceros
Voy pa’ donde quiera, siempre hago lo que quiero
Dale un abrazo a mi mamá si un día me muero
Dale, ya no hay quién nos mate

Ninguno me llega, no hay nadie que se compare
El Santa con el Duki, me la paso a toda madre
Se me hizo normal que los pinches perro’ ladren

[Coro: Peso Pluma]
Dicen que son, pero no son, no son de calle
Préndete dos, yo soy el que les pone un baile
Si me voy a prisión, les encargo a mi madre
Nunca fue mi intención disparar lo’ metales

[Verso 5: Peso Pluma]
La facha ‘e grifo, to’ pa’ dar el rol
Pharrell Williams la colección
Andamos full Loui’ Vuitton
(Es privada la conexión)
De norte a sur, ando bien full
Si tocan lo mío me convierto en pitbull
Güey, rojo y azul

Se miran sirena’, ‘tá peligroso el hood
Yo soy el que se los chinga
A mis enemigo’ que Dios los bendiga
Rompiendo las grandes liga’
La banda con la mano arriba que me siga

[Puente: Peso Pluma]
Mucho’ sentimiento’, los platico con el viento
Mucha musiquita pa’ que reviente el cantón
Con La Santa y con el Duko los parlante’ los reviento
Y siempre fumo mota pa’ pensar siempre mejor
Mucho’ sentimiento’, los platico con el viento

Mucha musiquita pa’ que reviente el cantón
Con La Santa y con el Duko los parlante’ los reviento
Y siempre fumo mota pa’ pensar siempre mejor

[Coro: Santa Fe Klan, Duki & Peso Pluma]
Dicen que son, pero no son, no son de calle
Prendemos dos, suena la to’, no nos para nadie
Si me voy a prisión, les encargo a mi madre
Nunca fue mi intención disparar lo’ metales

[Outro: Peso Pluma]
Con La Santa y con el Duko
Pura Doble P
¡Chau!
Hah, hah, hah
Ah, ah, ah

No Son Klle English Lyrics | Santa Fe Klan, Duki & Peso Pluma

[Intro: Santa Fe Klan]
What’s up, guys?
(For the neighborhoods of Argentina)
The damn white boy and Santa have arrived

Here with Duki (Ah)
Smoke it, la-la, la-la-la
Smoke it, la-la, la-la
Smoke it, la-la, la-la-la
Smoke it, la-la, la-la

[Santa Fe Klan]
Look at what we’ve become (No)
My cousins move the kilos (Ah)
We struggle and suffer (Hey)
Nothing changes me (No), I’m still the same (No)
I’ll always do what I can (Ah)
We send it to all the stores (Ah)
I’m the boss of the sale
We got caliber 50 (Rra)

[Santa Fe Klan]
They say they are, but they’re not,
they’re not from the streets (No)
Light up two, I’m the one who puts on a show for them (Daddy)
If I go to prison, I’ll entrust my mother to them
It was never my intention to shoot the metals

[Duki & Santa Fe Klan]
These joints I smoke make me see in frames
I’m living in the future, okay, my life is Futurama
I always take care of what’s mine, owner of my phonograms
I write so much they call me ‘long hands’, Wembanyama

I’m billing double than you while lying down
They value my art without knowing what it costs
They ask if I have clones ‘cause they see me everywhere
Like Adesanya, I shoot arrows when I knock them out

[Duki]
They say they are, but they’re not, they’re not from the streets
We light up two, the alarm sounds, and no one stops us
If I leave tomorrow, it’s all for my mother
Signing in the sky with my initials (Duko!)

[Duki & Santa Fe Klan]
I’m in the anti-two-faced mode, fck Geminis (Yah)
I’ll crash those egos like Lady Di (Duko) Give me the ball,
I’ll set up the game, Kevin De Bruyne I like a popstar,
but punk, Avril Lavigne, And even though fcking time passes,

the mission never changes (Smoke it, la-la, la-la-la)
There will always be a brother who deserves a mansion
My mom asking when I’m on vacation (Smoke it, la-la, la-la)
The family has expenses and I like to pay them myself

[Santa Fe Klan]
Dude, in the booth counting money
My bank account has many zeros
I go wherever I want, I always do what I want
Hug my mom if I die one day

Come on, there’s no one to kill us now
None of them reach me, there’s no one to compare
With Santa and Duki, I have a great time
It became normal for those damn dogs to bark

[Peso Pluma]
They say they are, but they’re not, they’re not from the streets
We light up two, I’m the one who puts on a show for them
If I go to prison, I entrust my mother to them
It was never my intention to shoot the metals

The drip of the faucet, all set to hit the road
Pharrell Williams, the collection (The collection)
We’re all about Louis Vuitton (Louis Vuitton)
(The connection is private)
From north to south, I’m on full-blast
If they mess with mine, I turn into a pitbull
Bro, red and blue

Sirens are seen, and the hood is dangerous
I’m the one who nails them
To my enemies, God bless them
Breaking the big leagues
The gang with their hands up, follow me

Lots of feelings, I talk to them with the wind
Lots of music to make the neighborhood explode
With La Santa and with Duko, I blow up the speakers
And I always smoke weed to think even better

Lots of feelings, I talk to them with the wind
Lots of music to make the neighborhood explode
With La Santa and with Duko, I blow up the speakers
And I always smoke weed to think even better

[Santa Fe Klan, Duki & Peso Pluma]
They say they are, but they’re not, they’re not from the streets
We light up two, the alarm sounds, and no one stops us
If I go to prison, I entrust my mother to them
It was never my intention to shoot the metals

[Peso Pluma]
With La Santa and with Duko
Pure Double P
Bye!
Hah, hah, hah
Ah, ah, ah

Santa Fe Klan, Duki, Peso Pluma – NO SON KLLE (Video Oficial)

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