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Peso Pluma, Santa Fe Klan, and Duki have just released their collaboration, also self-written, titled «NO SON KLLE» (THEY ARE NOT STREET). The song addresses those who falsely claim to be ‘street’. Unlike Peso Pluma’s last song released just a week ago with Junior H, this one is not romantic or about heartbreak (rumored to be dedicated to Nicki Nicole after their breakup); quite the opposite. This song delves into the streets and the realities of that lifestyle. 

The song captures the essence of Santa Fe Klan’s Mexican style, blending smoothly with Duki’s lyrics and Peso Pluma’s unique voice. Peso Pluma adopts a somewhat different style from his usual ‘corridos tumbados’ genre. However, just as he successfully transitioned to a different genre in the song «Igual que un ángel« with Kali Uchis, he does the same in this track. 

«NO SON KLLE» English Lyrics

[Intro: Santa Fe Klan]

What’s up, guys? (For the neighborhoods of Argentina)
The damn white boy and Santa have arrived (From Mexico, from Santa to all the neighborhoods; smoke it, la-la, la-la)
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 (Smoke it, la-la, la-la)
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 (Double; smoke it, la-la, la-la-la)
They value my art without knowing what it’s cost (Art; smoke it, la-la, la-la)
They ask if I have clones ‘cause they see me everywhere (I see them)
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, 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 anti two-faced mode, f*ck 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 popstar, but punk, Avril Lavigne
And even though f*cking 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
Give my mom a hug 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, 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, 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