Gold Fronts

Fousheé

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  • D#
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  • G#m
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Key:
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G#m 466447 C# x46664
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[Intro]
F# D# G#m C# Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm
F# D# G#m C# Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm [Verse 1]
F# D# They don't make enough paper
G#m C# All this stream of thought spilling off my notebook
F# D# And they don't make the sane type anymore
G#m C# All my homies got problems and [Pre-Chorus]
F# D# We self medicate
G#m What'd you do today?
C# I stared at my phone for hours
F# Since the city's fucked
D# Why don't we twist one up
G#m C# Stretch out, hmm, hmm [Chorus]
F# D# They can't take our gold fronts away
G#m Let 'em shine
C# They can't take our gold fronts
F# away
D# G#m Let 'em shine (Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm,
C# hmm-hmm) [Verse 2]
F# D# They don't make enough days in a month
G#m C# I got plans and they're all piled up (Ooh-ooh, yеah)
F# D# And I think this year had a personal vendеtta
G#m C# There's always 2031
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[Pre-Chorus]
F# D# We self medicate
G#m What'd you do today?
C# I laid here for hours and hours
F# Since the city's fucked
D# Why don't we twist one up
G#m C# Stretch out, out, ooh-ooh [Chorus]
F# They can't take our gold fronts
D# away
G#m C# Let 'em shine (Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, hey, hey)
F# They can't take our gold fronts away
D# (They can't take my gold fronts away)
G#m C# Let 'em shine
F# They can't take our gold fronts
D# away (They can't take my gold fronts away)
G#m C# Let 'em shine
F# D# Hmm, hmm (They can't take my gold fronts away)
G#m C# Hmm-hmm, they can't take (They can't take my gold fronts away),
F# they can't take our, no
D# They can't take our gold fronts
G#m C# away, yeah, oh, oh, oh [Verse 3] -Lil Wayne
F# They can't take my gold fronts
D# They can't take these white cups
G#m that I just poured up N.C. They can't take these gold teeth
C# They can't take this gold leaf that
F# I just rolled up N.C. They can't take my gold blunt
D# Can't tape my bullet holes up
G#m Can't take my close up N.C. They can't break my hoes up
C# They can't break these shoulders
F# Or make my quota N.C. And I'm the one they take their notes from
D# The one they try to take their flow from
G#m And if they drip, then I'm the one that it all flows from
C# Silence of the Lamb, don't wake
F# this GOAT up N.C. They can't take the same road up
D# They can't take when I roll up
G#m With both my doors up N.C. They can't take all these chokers
C# The gold one, the yellow gold,
F# white gold, nor the rose one Can't break all these boulders I
D# broke up
G#m New one make me hate my old one
C# New bae ate my soul up N.C. Type of shit make me fold up
F# But I'm still ho-hum, I just can't
D# take it slow, huh? N.C. I just can't fake it, no front
G#m It's me and Fousheé N.C. They just can't take this cold front
C# They just can't take my gold fronts
F# And this is golden
D# [Other]
G#m C# I'm like, "Hold up
F# No one can take my gold fronts away
D#
G#m No one can take my gold fronts
C# away"
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Song details

Composition: Britanny Foushee, Dwayne Carter, and Jonah Christian

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