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

Money's 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

It's 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

You're my space niggaz

So kill the comparison,

I'm South

Beach sippin' on

Sara Fin'Wellfy check nigga,

I never been, cook money clean through

MarylandShit, countin' just gasp at the smell of it

Meet the dealer, ain't a bitch realer

So you ain't gotta question why

Pusha don't 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

Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors

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 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 shit sell itself

I yell re-up 'til

I'm 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 she's a whore

Shit could get ugly, shit she talk to the

Lord nowIt's just what

I get, it's 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

Shapiro'sCheers to the future as we toast to life

I'm preventing

Miami, I'm 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, it's like the

Lord's shown favor

These bitches fake like the hoes on flavor

But I don't 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