| Ayy, what hood you from?
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| Uh, I’m from Zone 3
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| I’m goin' worldwide with it
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| I’m talkin' 'bout to Dubai, Paris, all that type of shit, Egypt (Yeah)
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| Amsterdam, Africa
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| Bitch, I’m from Zone 3, don’t talk to police
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| In the Maybach four deep, we don’t get no sleep
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| Don’t hang with no sheeps, all these bitches freaks
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| We gon' cash out, we don’t do no lease
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| All these bitches dogs, put 'em on a leash
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| When I’m in NYC, them hoes, they say I’m flee
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| Gettin' head in the backseat of a taxi
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| This a fuckin' Gucci fleece, I dress in shit you never see
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| Bitch, they call me Mr. Clean, nah, better yet, the Pope
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| I got faith in myself and I give the hood hope
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| Bitch, I’m in the 305 on a fuckin' yacht boat
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| We do not follow rules, so don’t tell us we can’t smoke
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| I took her right to her room and I showed her I wasn’t no joke
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| And I campaign strong, so I guess I gotta vote
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| The way she sing on the mic, man, that bitch can keep a note
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| And we cash out on these cars, we ain’t payin' no car notes
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| Exotic reefer when I smoke, yeah, I’m scared of goin' broke
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| It’s Young Guapo, yeah, the G.O.A.T., and it’s murder, yeah, she wrote, huh?
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| Bitch, I’m from Zone 3, don’t talk to police
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| In the Maybach four deep, we don’t get no sleep
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| Don’t hang with no sheeps, all these bitches freaks
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| We gon' cash out, we don’t do no lease
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| All these bitches dogs, put 'em on a leash
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| When I’m in NYC, them hoes, they say I’m flee
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| Yeah, I got three phones, but she can’t call me
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| Just got a double seal out a Walgreens
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| Bitch got catfished, that is not me
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| I put the hood on my back, I’m talkin' 'bout Zone 3
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| These niggas phony, I keep it on me
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| I got hoes on the leash, I’m never lonely
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| Do you smell what I’m cookin', you jabroni?
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| I turned two deals down, Warner Brothers, Sony
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| They tryna clone me, you not my homie
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| Bustdown a Rollie, pour up a gold P
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| Zone 1 to Zone 6, I bet they know me
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| Up north and down south, I bet they know me
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| Got Crips that’s Rolling, bitch, I’m good in the hood
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| I give a fuck about a hater, Draco with the wood
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| Bitch, I’m from Zone 3, don’t talk to police
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| In the Maybach four deep, we don’t get no sleep
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| Don’t hang with no sheeps, all these bitches freaks
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| We gon' cash out, we don’t do no lease
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| All these bitches dogs, put 'em on a leash
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| When I’m in NYC, them hoes, they say I’m flee
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| We on that bullshit
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| You know what I’m sayin', fly |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Zone 3 , by - Jose Guapo. Song from the album Nonchalant, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп