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Keys Open Doors [Clean]
Lyricist:Gene Elliott Jr Thornton, Terrance Thornton, Pharrell L Williams
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*** 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**** by her dog collar Now *** 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 s*** I ever wrote, not Pac inspired It's crack pot inspired, my real n***** quote B**** never cook my ***, 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 n****** So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin' on Sara Fin' Wellfy check n****, I never been, *** money clean through Maryland
Shit, countin' just gasp at the smell of it Meet the dealer, ain't a b**** realer So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel ya Now get the f*** off
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Throw it on the scale, feed ya *** 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 s*** sell itself
I yell re-up '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
K*** in the floor, mistress in Dior Bitch tell me she love me, but I know she's a *** Shit could get ugly, *** she talk to the Lord now It's just what I get, it's the roses of war
*** the bureau, rather be spending Euros And get fed grapes, *** *** 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, n**** 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***** fake like the h*** on flavor But I don't mind spending, all it is is paper, yes
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