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It's Karolina 

You mix a little bit of this 
Wit a little bit of that 
Give you straight real
Raw and uncut facts 
Put you on to game 
Kick ya feet

living in hearts

How its a art to my arteries I'm givenchy with spots
My dawgs I'm hurt by the way that niggas contain all they praise when
I'm dropping

By law I keep these tables clean
Eat steak with the freshest G's
Could be the King or Queensbury
I finish in first place so please

You better sense

a king and raise a queen but deadbeats ain't in the mix
You don't gotta convince all the outfits and drips
Yo Oputat the white boy took your girl now Tokyo

you babe

My energy suit ya
And you're just my vibe
You look good by my side babe
Lemme introduce ya
To every one I care about

Baby I salute ya
Real

I'm the funner,
Day runner,
All Summer, dressed in all black,
Or I mix that,
Mix matched, flashing flagrant i might pull up with the fuchsia 
She

Yeah, yeah

Hopped out diva, head like Gina, mix Margarita, yeah, yeah
Check like FEMA, whip John Cena, white lil' creeper, yeah, yeah
Hot like

on any old hoe
An I got B class queens on my G-Star jeans while I'm trying write lines on my own 
An I still see scenes on scenes where the innocent bleed

stereo
We used to mix our
Frosted Flakes with Cheerios
LSD, Ecstasy, slice through reality
Only seventeen, trying to find my queen
I never developed

After I mix up the game
And hit the hall of fame
I'll make everyone look lame
Cause they all be too tame

Hey, welcome to the grand scale
We all made it

the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by

let's mix and match
What yours is yours, queen you keep that
You never leave my mind
Reminiscing bout the times I held you, you were mine
If I text your

get fried 
And your yam get pounded (pounded yam)
Hmm, might be a brat for a bit
Fuck your blunt, man, I want my spliffs
Want my farm and I want my

One By One

Banks

Anything But Words [LP]

2016

go
Never ending trials I am facing
I don't want their wives to mix me up
I'm all fucked up today
My lucky friend says your luck will end today
I

level with ease
Half black, half white I resemble the keys
What a dream when you mix a dark knight with a queen 
No, holes in my sweater but I’m colder

wit' it
Get yo broom and other mystic shit, with it and dip

Slip so slick wit' it
Thinking the temp be mix wit' it
Living so crazy, Rick wit' it

testing

Smoking grade A thinking will I fail when I pass

Feeling sponsored by John Deere the way I'm cutting this grass

Hoping my sins will be wins cause

steps full of caution or be stuck up in the bottom
Treasure the distortion, mix a measure of emotion, to make a song about my home, the hole I feel it

substance. Still get caught with the shawt in caught in the mix. Fallin' for the same old tricks. Still trying to hit a lick? Hmph, I swear. Shouldn't we be

keeps testing me
If it wasn't for the green I'd be off the bean
Leaving bloody scenes, Lost Boy from Queens

Instead, my goals are bigger than my dreams

grenade
High priced fire fight, back against a barricade
Rounds spinning by like the sound of a serenade
Boom shot, two off, and turn em into marinade
Still

the prettiest coco eyes
She's by my side shotgun rider just pretends to be a little shy
Slow and steady long an lean she's my Birdog Bluetick dream

Verse II

(don't think you using me) can't take my eyes of you (but you gotta be choosing me) she wit that foolery be my jewelry don't be wit another nigga in

Wooo
Yeah 
Queens 
Doro
Right
If you treat me like I’m dead you already died on me 
Right hol’ up

Stood outside but I creep had a lock and a key
Say