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Opening Doors lyrics

Performer RealYungPhil

Opening Doors song lyrics by RealYungPhil official

Opening Doors is a song in English

What? Shit
They said I did it once more (Damn)
I'm the same nigga, was sleep on the floor
Look at me opening doors (Opening doors)
Had to fuck-up a night, I was bored
I'm in London like I'm on a tour
Stupid nigga, go and do your chores (Stupid)
You ain't ballin'? Then fuck off the court
I might just hop out a Porche (Damn)
Still the same nigga, of course
Niggas so fake, I don't want no support
Damn, I'ma just keep moving forward
When I see the money, I'm a hoarder
And my circle so small, like quarter
(Like what?)
And my money nigga, it's out of order
(What?)
All these questions, you sound like reporter
(What the fuck?)

What? Shit
How you flexin', nigga, and your mom broke?
(What?) and you thought you was him
But you not though
And I'm leading the way so they follow
Everything I'vе been through, only God knows
And the money go wherеver I go (What?)
I told her shut up and swallow
My money long and your money hornswoggle
My brother walk with a
(Shh) You get hit with a hollow
I call my brother like Bravo
I got money, but I want a lot though
I remember days when I was pop though
I can tell he a snake, he is not low
I can tell you a bitch with my eyes closed
All that hatin'
Still ain't get a job though (What?)
It's a cold world, like Chicago (Damn)
Thought I was dumb, but I'm not slow (No)
And you thought you was gang, but you not
Bro (Damn)
Move the fuck around, like it's a pothole
(What?)
You ain't get the picture like Picasso

What? Shit
They said I did it once more (Damn)
I'm the same nigga, was sleep on the floor
Look at me opening doors (Opening doors)
Had to fuck-up a night, I was bored
I'm in London like I'm on a tour
Stupid nigga, go and do your chores (Stupid)
You ain't ballin'? Then fuck off the court
I might just hop out a Porche (Damn)
Still the same nigga, of course
Niggas so fake, I don't want no support
Damn, I'ma just keep moving forward
When I see the money, I'm a hoarder
And my circle so small, like quarter
(Like what?)
And my money nigga, it's out of order
(What?)
All these questions, you sound like reporter
(What the fuck?) what? Shit
They said I did it once more
I'm the same nigga, was sleep on the floor
Look at me opening doors
Had to fuck-up a night, I was bored
I'm in London like I'm on a tour
Stupid nigga, go and do your chores
You ain't ballin'? Then fuck off the court
I might just hop out a Porche
Still the same nigga, of course
Niggas so fake, I don't want no support
Damn, I'ma just keep moving forward
When I see the money, I'm a hoarder
And my circle so small, like quarter
And my money nigga, it's out of order
All these questions, you sound like reporter
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