letra de zone 3 - jose guapo
[intro]
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 sh-t, yeah, yeah
amsterdam, africa
[chorus]
b-tch, 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 b-tches freaks
we gon’ cash out, we don’t do no lease
all these b-tches dogs, put ’em on a leash
when i’m in nyc, them hoes, they say i’m flee
[verse 1]
gettin’ head in the backseat of a taxi
this a f-ckin’ gucci fleece, i dress in sh-t you never see
b-tch, they call me mr. clean, nah, better yet, the pope
i got faith in myself and i give the hood hope
b-tch, i’m in the 305 on a f-ckin’ 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 b-tch 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?
[chorus]
b-tch, 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 b-tches freaks
we gon’ cash out, we don’t do no lease
all these b-tches dogs, put ’em on a leash
when i’m in nyc, them hoes, they say i’m flee
[verse 2]
yeah, i got three phones, but she can’t call me
just got a double seal out a walgreens
b-tch got catfished, that is not me
i put the hood on my back, i’m talkin’ ’bout zone 3
these n-ggas 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, b-tch, i’m good in the hood
i give a f-ck about a hater, draco with the wood
[chorus]
b-tch, 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 b-tches freaks
we gon’ cash out, we don’t do no lease
all these b-tches dogs, put ’em on a leash
when i’m in nyc, them hoes, they say i’m flee
[outro]
we on that bullsh-t
you know what i’m sayin’, fly
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