Keys Open Doors (Explicit)

Keys Open Doors (Main Version|Explicit) - Clipse

Keys open doors keys open doors

Keys open doors keys keys open doors

Make ya skin crawl press one button

Let the wind fall

Who gon' stop us f**k the coppers

The mind of a kilo shopper

Seein' my life through the windshields of choppers

I ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years holla

Money's the least drag a b**ch by her dog collar

Now ho folla' this is my ghetto story

Like cham ice p is the don dotta

Open the frigidaire 25 to life in here

So much white you might think ya holy christ is near

Throw on your louis v millionaires to kill the glare

Ice trays nada all you see is pigeons paired

The realest sh*t I ever wrote not pac inspired

It's crack pot inspired my real niggaz quote

B**ch never cook my coke why

Never trust a ho with your child

At you make believe rappers I smile ha

Canals treatin' my style

Like you internet sharing my files

You're my space niggaz

So kill the comparison

I'm south beach sippin' on sara fin

Wellfy check ni**a I never been

Cook money clean through maryland

Sh*t countin' just gasp at the smell of it

Meet the dealer ain't a b**ch realer

So you ain't gotta question why pusha don't feel ya

Now get the f**k off

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Yeah check it

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Throw it on the scale feed ya goddamn self

Get it how you live we don't ask for help no

Word on the street is you gon' love how it melt

And I don't come with a pitch neither

The sh*t sell itself

I yell reup 'til I'm locked like ma mia

And get it cross the state with the grace of maria

Keep on toys you gon' know us when you see us

Living street tales worthy of don divas

Keys in the floor mistress in dior

B**ch tell me she love me but I know she's a whore

Sh*t could get ugly sh*t she talk to the lord now

It's just what I get it's the roses of war

F**k the bureau rather be spending euros

And get fed grapes f**k hoes in plurals

Just like heaven as I gaze at the mural

What a piece of mind when you copy some shapiro's

Cheers to the future as we toast to life

I'm preventing miami I'm a socialite ni**a

The cars is big the cribs is bigger

The kids are happy the perfect picture

Gem star razor the fruit of my labor

And I walk with a glow

It's like the lord's shown favor

These b**ches fake like the hoes on flavor

But I don't mind spending all it is is paper yes

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