Clipse Keys Open Doors Lyrics

[Chorus - Pusha T]
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors

[Pusha T - Verse 1]

EEYUCK!
Make ya skin crawl
Press one b___on, let the wind fall
Who gon' stop us? f___ the coppers! The mind of a KILO shopper
Seein' my life through the windshields of coppers
I ain't spend one rap dollar in 3 years, holla!
Money's the least, drag a b____ 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 s___ I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
Its crack pot inspired, my real n____z quote
b____ never cook my c__e! 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 +My s___e+ n____z!
So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin on Sara Fin'
Wellfy check n____, I never been! Cook money clean through Maryland
s___, countin just gasp at the smell of it! (Gasp!)
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!

[Chorus - Pusha T]
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors
(Yeah)
(Check it!)
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors

[Verse 2 - Malice]
Throw it on the scale, feed ya God d___ 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
KIs in the floor, mistress in Dior
b____ tell me she love me, but I know she's a w____
s___ could get ugly, s___ she talk to the Lord
Its just what I get, its the roses of war
f___ the Bureau! Rather be spending Euros
And get fed grapes, f___ 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 pre-???ing in 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____es fake like the hoes on +Flavor+
But I don't mind spending, all it is is paper! Yes!

[Chorus - Pusha T]
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors
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KIs open doors
KIs, KIs, open doors