歌曲 | Keys Open Doors - Main Version - Explicit |
歌手 | Clipse |
专辑 | Hell Hath No Fury |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Thornton, Thornton, 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? | |
**** 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 **** 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 | |
**** the bureau, rather be spending | |
EurosAnd get fed grapes, **** 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 |
zuo qu : Thornton, Thornton, 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? | |
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, | |
IceP 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 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 reup ' til | |
I' m locked like mamia | |
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 | |
the bureau, rather be spending | |
EurosAnd get fed grapes, 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 |
zuò qǔ : Thornton, Thornton, 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? | |
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, | |
IceP 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 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 reup ' til | |
I' m locked like mamia | |
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 | |
the bureau, rather be spending | |
EurosAnd get fed grapes, 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 |