Capital Steez - Nine More Burgers (Unreleased) lyrics

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Capital Steez - Nine More Burgers (Unreleased) lyrics

[Verse 1:Capital STEEZ] Imma' need quarto of those Three packs of the Oreos And two cigarillos just to warm us up before the show And 94 said there's no love for the hoes So we spark em' up And they wonder where the water goes It's funny how now they think they know me Cause it's 4-5-6 like the dice was always loaded Catch me with The Prodies straight fire when we rolling Cheap coated, so who's supplying them anchovies I switched styles and them n***as still bitin' I take a pie nock back forty seven slices I decided that I would let my mind get high on Psilocybin and Couldn't stop rhyming Ayo Chuck, let em' know what the time is I think I just found a whole 'noth·er island Fly said the ladies are private but they blinded And need a couple guys to open up their eyelids [Hook] It's the dawning of the new age we too blazed Call us the unlimited crusade But for right now we got it on lock So I'll be smoking out till' doomsday It's the dawning of the new age we too blazed Call us the unlimited crusade The Beastcoast we got it on lock So I'll be munching out till' doomsday [Verse 2:Chuck Strangers] What's the good word n***as blazing that herb Take a puff and I learn If I rap then I earn Strong arming n***as y'all don't even get a turn I'm calling your b**h cause I know she wanna burn And all we do is flex on the weekend (flex on the weeknd) You've been leaking eyes even when I'm leavin' But she felt good about it cause a n***a wasn't schemin' With a nine millimeter I ain't talking 'bout no heater We snapping bongs on yo front lawn f** is going on Tippers mourning to the law [?] But it's right, This is that internal fight My n***as taking flight so you're up now Smoking in my mamma's crib Guess it's how real n***as is I'm in my Jordan's and my gold chain living it up n***as over on my side not giving it up Highs low when I spot you This ace cost fifty but I got you [Hook] [Verse 3:Rokamouth] I got seven grams ready off the play And we 'gon smoke an ounce to this and feel great And even got enough to puff an 1/8 to the face If we need a re-up I need some [?] Friends building trust like us we roll jays And I'm putting out that word, new ways to get paid Cause out in New York, East coast we smoke heavy Got the flower of life to flow out my mind steady Smoking the [?] The most who ain't ready Doomsday coming 'gon be stunting in my Chevy These American dreams turn into schemes And all I'm 'gon need is my weed with no seeds Rolling the fronto leaf to smoke it with Ali [Hook]

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