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The Big Noise from Winnetka

Bob Crosby Orchestra

Jam Session/Reville with Beverly

just flew in from Winnetka, don't you know?
I'm gonna blow this joint apart!

I got my high heels! I don't need no wheels!
My footwork is an art!

I wish a nigga would, start that mayhem
That Mayweather money lookin' good through the Ray Bands
All money ain't good, learned that from the hoodlums

smokin' up and wylin'
Feds put us in this crisis
Droppin' bombs overseas
Start whippin up that white shit
Supply it to the streets
D's know that we starvin'

honorably
While I'm stuck in my solace hoping you notice
I just hope that you notice
Yo Jayoo we flipping this shit no ego running it up trying make some more

You're lost you don't know where you're going 

How you get to the top 

Or how you got there 

That mountain is called life 

Shit


Burn Out

Got

I was tempted by your company
And you've already noticed me
I'm sorry for what I say when I don't know what I'm saying
And you don't have to play

through the night, I ain’t likin’ the sunny
Mane you talkin’ to me like you tryna’ just stun me
Bitch I don’t give a fuck ‘bout the shit you be shunnin’ 
I

caught they start  running their mouth And I'm putting em down
I don't fw snitches (Ha)
All of you niggas is bitches (Broke)
Don't talk bout a bag you

might rise 

I'm a Gemini man no Will Smith 
Changing your mind in the booth when I kill shit 
Like Gucci Mane young nigga think I'm real rich 
All

You might see the weight
When life give me lemons
Then I have to eliminate
She tell me send the Uber by 6:30
Don't be late
On that dick she go 7:30
Like

(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)

Play I just made won't make SportsCenter
I don't fight girls but I'm a whore hitter
Niggas start to see you win

and shit like that
But at the end of the day nigga...

I don't do the internet chattin
Same niggas chattin, they bitches start rattin
Might have my young

Don't trip on the bags when we trippin' in Cali
The walls in the rooms are covered in colored sins
Imma start for the Giants in New York, get Daboll

line for my set
I like to treat the industry like my pet
'Cause they love it when I'm surrounded by green, playing fetch
I'm number one, up next
So fire

in the booth, nigga, everything look dead
Benihana drive-by, leave a nigga head red
You don't got seven bands, you a fuckin' capper Nick
I'll kill your

of the kush

Couple Bands on
I'm rocking all of the Gucci
Brown and asian
I'm fallin love with that pussy

I'm fuckin brown and she bushy
She like how I roll

rapping these bitches be ready to blow
Move in all black, no crow
Givenchy I'm stepping I spent like a band on my toes
I had to fail to grow
Now I'm

a referee, bitch, I'm official - Whistle
Outsiders come around my section of the city
Body full of black ink, Hoss tatted by my titty
You can see that MB shit

of bands
Nah I'm playing
Music be more cultivating
I make moves by demonstrating
While you sit back start your hating
I'm a loser no debating
But this bar

When I'm out it's a rare occasion
Smoking on deadly on vacation
Hair braided up by some Haitians
Fit fitted bad bitch by my waist band
And my dollars

We move like bandits take man's candy 
Scoring points like Ramsay the van comes handy meet by Grandby Scousers moving Frantic 
I don't like snoozing

bands while running from heat
We up in the poles, tryna make niggas geek

We up in the poles, niggas start hittin' feet
I'm callin a play, like I play for

cope ho (Ay)

I'm a bad boy I'm like will smith
Fly wit the girls give me a kiss
See a emo bitch with her dark shit
Imma take her wrist start slitting it

Fucked her at the pad and there were no strings attached
By myself I'm seeing cash so I don't need contacts 

All my racks are curvy
Got these without