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[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 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 coppers
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 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 shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
Its 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 +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 Maryland
Shit, countin just gasp at the smell of it! (Gasp!)
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!
[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)
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs open doors
KIs, KIs open doors
[Pusha T - Verse 1]
EEYUCK!
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 coppers
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 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 shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired
Its 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 +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 Maryland
Shit, countin just gasp at the smell of it! (Gasp!)
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!
[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)
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