Gold Fronts
Fousheé
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F# 244332 D# x68886G#m 466447 C# x46664[Background Tab] E|--1h2-----2/3-----3/7----------- B|--------------------------/6---- G|-------------------------------- D|-------------------------------- A|-------------------------------- E|--------------------------------[Intro]F# D# G#m C# Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmmF# D# G#m C# Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm [Verse 1]F# D# They don't make enough paperG#m C# All this stream of thought spilling off my notebookF# D# And they don't make the sane type anymoreG#m C# All my homies got problems and [Pre-Chorus]F# D# We self medicateG#m What'd you do today?C# I stared at my phone for hoursF# Since the city's fuckedD# Why don't we twist one upG#m C# Stretch out, hmm, hmm [Chorus]F# D# They can't take our gold fronts awayG#m Let 'em shineC# They can't take our gold frontsF# awayD# G#m Let 'em shine (Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm,C# hmm-hmm) [Verse 2]F# D# They don't make enough days in a monthG#m C# I got plans and they're all piled up (Ooh-ooh, yеah)F# D# And I think this year had a personal vendеttaG#m C# There's always 2031Continues after the ad[Pre-Chorus]F# D# We self medicateG#m What'd you do today?C# I laid here for hours and hoursF# Since the city's fuckedD# Why don't we twist one upG#m C# Stretch out, out, ooh-ooh [Chorus]F# They can't take our gold frontsD# awayG#m C# Let 'em shine (Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, hey, hey)F# They can't take our gold fronts awayD# (They can't take my gold fronts away)G#m C# Let 'em shineF# They can't take our gold frontsD# away (They can't take my gold fronts away)G#m C# Let 'em shineF# 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, noD# They can't take our gold frontsG#m C# away, yeah, oh, oh, oh [Verse 3] -Lil WayneF# They can't take my gold frontsD# They can't take these white cupsG#m that I just poured up N.C. They can't take these gold teethC# They can't take this gold leaf thatF# I just rolled up N.C. They can't take my gold bluntD# Can't tape my bullet holes upG#m Can't take my close up N.C. They can't break my hoes upC# They can't break these shouldersF# Or make my quota N.C. And I'm the one they take their notes fromD# The one they try to take their flow fromG#m And if they drip, then I'm the one that it all flows fromC# Silence of the Lamb, don't wakeF# this GOAT up N.C. They can't take the same road upD# They can't take when I roll upG#m With both my doors up N.C. They can't take all these chokersC# The gold one, the yellow gold,F# white gold, nor the rose one Can't break all these boulders ID# broke upG#m New one make me hate my old oneC# New bae ate my soul up N.C. Type of shit make me fold upF# But I'm still ho-hum, I just can'tD# take it slow, huh? N.C. I just can't fake it, no frontG#m It's me and Fousheé N.C. They just can't take this cold frontC# They just can't take my gold frontsF# And this is goldenD# [Other]G#m C# I'm like, "Hold upF# No one can take my gold fronts awayD#G#m No one can take my gold frontsC# away"F# D# G#m C# F# ************************************ | x Dead note | h Hammer-on | / Slide up ************************************
Composition: Britanny Foushee, Dwayne Carter, and Jonah Christian
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