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Keys open doors, keys doors
Keys doors, keys, keys open doors

Make ya crawl, press one button, let the wind fall
Who gon' us? Fuck the coppers, the mind of a kilo shopper
Seein' my life through the windshields of
I ain't one rap dollar in 3 years, holla

Money's the least, a bitch by her dog collar
Now ho folla', this is my story
Like Cham, Ice-P is the Don
the Frigidaire, 25 to life in here

So much white you might think ya Christ is near
Throw on your Louis V millionaires to the glare
Ice trays, Nada, all you see is paired

The shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
It's crack pot inspired, my real niggaz
Bitch never my coke, why? Never trust a ho with your child
At you make believe I smile, ha

treatin' my style, like you Internet sharing my files
You're my space
So kill the comparison, I'm South Beach sippin' on Sara
Wellfy check nigga, I been, cook money clean through Maryland

Shit, countin' gasp at the smell of it
Meet the dealer, ain't a realer
So you ain't gotta why Pusha don't feel ya
Now get the off

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it on the scale, feed ya goddamn self
Get it how you live, we ask for help, no
Word on the is you gon' love how it melt
And I come with a pitch neither, the shit sell itself

I yell re-up 'til I'm locked like
And get it cross the state with the of Maria
on toys, you gon' know us when you see us
Living tales worthy of Don Divas

Keys in the floor, in Dior
Bitch tell me she love me, but I she's a whore
Shit could get ugly, shit she talk to the now
It's what I get, it's the roses of war

Fuck the bureau, be spending Euros
And get fed grapes, fuck in plurals
Just like Heaven as I gaze at the
What a piece of mind you copy some Shapiro's

Cheers to the as we toast to life
I'm Miami, I'm a socialite, nigga
The is big, the cribs is bigger
The are happy, the perfect picture

Gem star razor, the of my labor
And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown
These bitches fake the hoes on flavor
But I mind spending, all it is is paper, yes

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