Doors Open chords by Sick Wid It Umbrella

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Verse 1
Em 
Yeah man, doors open man,
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Em 
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Em 
out here in the yay, doors open man,
out here in the yay,
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Em 
we dance on top of cars man,
we get to act in the donkey,
talk to me like a hot hot,
tryna have deep pockets,
my words carry a lot of weight
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Em 
but I ain't one to gossip,
G 
so caked up you think
I'm married to Betty Crockett, from the bay,
one of them things will snatch your purse like
Em 
Look out for you, get stowed
on and socked out
Get your shit busted for
a small amount
They takin' niggas'
lives with them MP5s
Don't wear suits, but we got ties
Am 
I'm high off that Shrekkin' barrel
Em 
Nobody never gave me nothin',
not even the Tooth Fairy
I'm toast to whip my pills barrel
My cap pillar, I never let him stop my fat
Off in it heavy,
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Em 
doin' it movin' like my box Chevy
Drivin' them bitches crazy,
makin' them wanna have my baby
G 
I was born with a dirty spoon
in my mouth
Now my master bedroom
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Em 
bigger than my old house
Y 'all don't let homies
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Em 
show them dreads
Life isn't, I'm just feelin' it
DJ put some bass in it
Smokin' trees, drinkin' pimpin' it
Y 'all don't let homies
show them dreads
Life isn't, I'm just feelin' it
DJ put some bass in it
Smokin' trees, drinkin' pimpin' it
Am 
G 
Cloud 19, offhand
Em 
G 
Not irking yet,
but a little in -between
Em 
Trainwreck, Shrek and Barry,
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Humble County twin
Y 'all know what I dig,
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Em 
y know what I mean?
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Em 
I'm cut from a different cloth
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Am 
I'm one of a kind, I'm out of line
You can keep what's yours,
I'mma take what's mine
Em 
Top hat, tycooning and kingpinning
Suckers mad -dogging
cause they know that we winning
We pull up at the party
with our tennis shoes spinning
In the parking lot spitting,
parking lot pipping
After the club, we gon' have them
bitches dripping and pussy licking
Off of the Hennessy,
smoking turtle and spliffing
Popping ecstasy, freaking horny
and sucking dick and dicking
Some of us playin',
some of us deep and they
Y 'all don't let homies
show them dreads
Life isn't, I'm just feelin' it
DJ put some bass in it
Smokin' tween, drinkin' pimpin' it
Y 'all don't let homies
Am 
Em 
show them dreads
Life isn't, I'm just feelin' it
DJ put some bass in it
Smokin' tween, drinkin' pimpin' it
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Em 
Vans, doors open
Perkin' it up and smokin'
High speeds, gotta go the distance
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Em 
Am 
Full tank, sippin' on Privilege
Uh -oh, they're gonna
Em 
love puttin' the federal
Am 
We call them love put tin'
Em 
cause they love puttin'
Am 
our ass in jail
There's some haters with
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a generator
Em 
Skippin' and scammin' on E -40
G 
The hood narrator
Em 
Some of them cool, some of them cold
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Em 
Some of them young,   some of them old
I speak for the swale, the Yole yowder
The grower, the swale, the wick,
the Section 8 voucher
The gamblin' shacks,
the turtle sack sack
The pellas, the pushers,
the hookers, players, and max
The hustlers, the killers,
the dealers, pistols, and scraps
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The trenches, the gutters,
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the soil, roaches, and rats
Y 'all don't let homies
Am 
show them dreads
Em 
Life is and I'm just feelin' it
DJ put some bass in it
Smokin' tree, drinkin' pimpin' it
Y 'all don't let homies
show them dreads
Am 
Em 
Life is  and I'm just feelin' it
DJ put some bass in it
Smokin' tree, drinkin' pimpin' it
Y 'all don't let homies
Am 
Em 
show them dreads
Life is and I'm just feelin' it
DJ put some bass in it
Smokin' tree, drinkin' pimpin' it
Am 
Em 
Down there homie show them dreads
Life is and I'm just feelin it
DJ put some bass in it
Smokin' tree drinkin' privilege
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Em 
Doors open
Doors open
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Em 
Doors open
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Doors open
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Em 
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Doors open
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Doors open
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Doors
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Doors open
Em 
Doors Go!