Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zone 3, artist - Jose Guapo. Album song Nonchalant, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE
Song language: English
Zone 3 |
| Ayy, what hood you from? |
| Uh, I’m from Zone 3 |
| I’m goin' worldwide with it |
| I’m talkin' 'bout to Dubai, Paris, all that type of shit, Egypt (Yeah) |
| Amsterdam, Africa |
| Bitch, I’m from Zone 3, don’t talk to police |
| In the Maybach four deep, we don’t get no sleep |
| Don’t hang with no sheeps, all these bitches freaks |
| We gon' cash out, we don’t do no lease |
| All these bitches dogs, put 'em on a leash |
| When I’m in NYC, them hoes, they say I’m flee |
| Gettin' head in the backseat of a taxi |
| This a fuckin' Gucci fleece, I dress in shit you never see |
| Bitch, they call me Mr. Clean, nah, better yet, the Pope |
| I got faith in myself and I give the hood hope |
| Bitch, I’m in the 305 on a fuckin' yacht boat |
| We do not follow rules, so don’t tell us we can’t smoke |
| I took her right to her room and I showed her I wasn’t no joke |
| And I campaign strong, so I guess I gotta vote |
| The way she sing on the mic, man, that bitch can keep a note |
| And we cash out on these cars, we ain’t payin' no car notes |
| Exotic reefer when I smoke, yeah, I’m scared of goin' broke |
| It’s Young Guapo, yeah, the G.O.A.T., and it’s murder, yeah, she wrote, huh? |
| Bitch, I’m from Zone 3, don’t talk to police |
| In the Maybach four deep, we don’t get no sleep |
| Don’t hang with no sheeps, all these bitches freaks |
| We gon' cash out, we don’t do no lease |
| All these bitches dogs, put 'em on a leash |
| When I’m in NYC, them hoes, they say I’m flee |
| Yeah, I got three phones, but she can’t call me |
| Just got a double seal out a Walgreens |
| Bitch got catfished, that is not me |
| I put the hood on my back, I’m talkin' 'bout Zone 3 |
| These niggas phony, I keep it on me |
| I got hoes on the leash, I’m never lonely |
| Do you smell what I’m cookin', you jabroni? |
| I turned two deals down, Warner Brothers, Sony |
| They tryna clone me, you not my homie |
| Bustdown a Rollie, pour up a gold P |
| Zone 1 to Zone 6, I bet they know me |
| Up north and down south, I bet they know me |
| Got Crips that’s Rolling, bitch, I’m good in the hood |
| I give a fuck about a hater, Draco with the wood |
| Bitch, I’m from Zone 3, don’t talk to police |
| In the Maybach four deep, we don’t get no sleep |
| Don’t hang with no sheeps, all these bitches freaks |
| We gon' cash out, we don’t do no lease |
| All these bitches dogs, put 'em on a leash |
| When I’m in NYC, them hoes, they say I’m flee |
| We on that bullshit |
| You know what I’m sayin', fly |