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It's the Killers baby yeah that's me, these hoes wanna know what I'm 'bout
Princess all on my neck and on my wrist and in my mouth
Do's open, do's close, the camera I'll strike a pose
I'm still ridin on elbows, in eighty-threes and
The gangsta slab is what I flip, is what I grip
That purple drank is what I sip, in my phone keep a chip
I'm talkin I put it down, I'm choppin blades and I'm poppin shrooms
I'm from the land of that fry smoke, got I got the pump
trunk and chunk the deuce, keep it movin I'm on the prowl
I'm on the hunt for some one night love, best believe that it's goin
Money and hoes, and clothes, diamond rings and ice grills
SwishaHouse we keep it trill, and hold it down what's the deal

Tonight, you and I will go off the wall and
watch match of the day
Baby, you go off this thing for so
You and I are going to Croke Park
To the match of the day
Everyone,
the match of the day, day, day, day, day, day, day!

[Verse 2: John
We put them 47 inch jelly screens in them
We po' that drank straight up like it's that Kool-Aid
We like them girls that eat it up and never be
you cry but ask how they givin up the fade
Ye ain't got screens if ain't touch screen
with the removable screen, lookin mean on the
When hoes see me they everybody ain't able

Tonight, you and I will go off the and tomorrow
We'll match of the day
Baby, you go off this thing for so
You and I are going to Croke tomorrow
To watch the of the day
Everyone,
the match of the day, day, day, day, day, day, day!

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I got a deep freezer up on my neck and up in my ear
A ice tray up in my mouth, I'm somethin like a chandelier
You can call me the ice man, I a blizzard every time I breathe
Posted up on that South Lee, with Big Mix and my boy Lil'
Where's the drank I'm runnin low, Cabbage Head me it's a drought
But not to worry dough never doubt, I'll go to the doctor with a
Sryan baby that's my name, fly like a plane what it do
I drop the top of my potnah plaque and chunk the to that boy Gooch
Just like a I'm sittin low, and like a snail I'm crawlin slow
Where's Mike, where's Bawdy, he on the ducked on the low
Yeah I like my slow, yeah I like my train mud
I'm chopped up by Thomas Craper, it's the Karma Killers that's what's up

Tonight, you and I go off the wall and tomorrow
We'll watch of the day
Baby, you go off this for so long
You and I are going to Park tomorrow
To the match of the day
Everyone,
the match of the day, day, day, day, day, day, day!

Tonight, you and I will go off the wall and
We'll match of the day
Baby, you go off this thing for so
You and I are going to Park tomorrow
To the match of the day
Everyone,
Watch the of the day, day, day, day, day, day, day!