Clipse - Keys Open Doors lyrics
rate meKeys open doors, keys open doors<br />
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors<br />
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Make ya skin crawl, press one button, let the wind fall<br />
Who gon' stop us? Fuck the coppers, the mind of a kilo shopper<br />
Seein' my life through the windshields of choppers<br />
I ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla<br />
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Money's the least, drag a bitch by her dog collar<br />
Now ho folla', this is my ghetto story<br />
Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dotta<br />
Open the Frigidaire, 25 to life in here<br />
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So much white you might think ya Holy Christ is near<br />
Throw on your Louis V millionaires to kill the glare<br />
Ice trays, Nada, all you see is pigeons paired<br />
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The realest shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired<br />
It's crack pot inspired, my real niggaz quote<br />
Bitch never cook my coke, why? Never trust a ho with your child<br />
At you make believe rappers I smile, ha<br />
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Canals treatin' my style, like you Internet sharing my files<br />
You're my space niggaz<br />
So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin' on Sara Fin'<br />
Wellfy check nigga, I never been, cook money clean through Maryland<br />
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Shit, countin' just gasp at the smell of it<br />
Meet the dealer, ain't a bitch realer<br />
So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel ya<br />
Now get the fuck off<br />
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Keys open doors, keys open doors<br />
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors<br />
Keys open doors, keys open doors<br />
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors<br />
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Keys open doors, keys open doors<br />
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors<br />
Yeah, check it<br />
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors<br />
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Throw it on the scale, feed ya goddamn self<br />
Get it how you live, we don't ask for help, no<br />
Word on the street is you gon' love how it melt<br />
And I don't come with a pitch neither, the shit sell itself<br />
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I yell re-up 'til I'm locked like ma-mia<br />
And get it cross the state with the grace of Maria<br />
Keep on toys, you gon' know us when you see us<br />
Living street tales worthy of Don Divas<br />
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Keys in the floor, mistress in Dior<br />
Bitch tell me she love me, but I know she's a whore<br />
Shit could get ugly, shit she talk to the Lord now<br />
It's just what I get, it's the roses of war<br />
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Fuck the bureau, rather be spending Euros<br />
And get fed grapes, fuck hoes in plurals<br />
Just like Heaven as I gaze at the mural<br />
What a piece of mind when you copy some Shapiro's<br />
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Cheers to the future as we toast to life<br />
I'm preventing Miami, I'm a socialite, nigga<br />
The cars is big, the cribs is bigger<br />
The kids are happy, the perfect picture<br />
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Gem star razor, the fruit of my labor<br />
And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown favor<br />
These bitches fake like the hoes on flavor<br />
But I don't mind spending, all it is is paper, yes<br />
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Keys open doors, keys open doors<br />
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors<br />
Keys open doors, keys open doors<br />
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors<br />
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Keys open doors, keys open doors<br />
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors<br />
Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors<br /><br />
