Keys Open Doors - Main Version - Explicit

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?
Fuck the coppers, the mind of a kilo shopper
Seein my life through the windshields of choppers
I aint spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla
Moneys the least, drag a bitch by her dog collar
Now ho folla, this is my ghetto story
Like Cham,
Ice-P is the
Don DottaOpen 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 shit
I ever wrote, not
Pac inspired
Its crack pot inspired, my real niggaz quote
Bitch 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
Youre my space niggaz
So kill the comparison,
Im South
Beach sippin on
Sara FinWellfy check nigga,
I never been, cook money clean through
MarylandShit, countin just gasp at the smell of it
Meet the dealer, aint a bitch realer
So you aint gotta question why
Pusha dont feel ya
Now get the fuck off
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
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Yeah, check it
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Throw it on the scale, feed ya goddamn self
Get it how you live, we dont ask for help, no
Word on the street is you gon love how it melt
And I dont come with a pitch neither, the shit sell itself
I yell re-up til
Im locked like ma-mia
And get it cross the state with the grace of
MariaKeep on toys, you gon know us when you see us
Living street tales worthy of
Don DivasKeys in the floor, mistress in
DiorBitch tell me she love me, but
I know shes a whore
Shit could get ugly, shit she talk to the
Lord nowIts just what
I get, its the roses of war
Fuck the bureau, rather be spending
EurosAnd get fed grapes, fuck hoes in plurals
Just like
Heaven as
I gaze at the mural
What a piece of mind when you copy some
ShapirosCheers to the future as we toast to life
Im preventing
Miami, Im a socialite, nigga
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, its like the
Lords shown favor
These bitches fake like the hoes on flavor
But I dont mind spending, all it is is paper, yes
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors