Foushee - Gold Fronts

[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# F#
They can’t take our gold fronts away
D# G#m C#
Let ‘em shine (Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, 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

[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# D#
They can’t take our gold fronts away
G#m C#
Let ‘em shine (Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, hey, hey)
F# D#
They can’t take our gold fronts away (They can’t take my gold fronts away)
G#m C#
Let ‘em shine
F# D#
They can’t take our gold fronts 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# F#
Hmm-hmm, they can’t take (They can’t take my gold fronts away), they can’t take our, no
D# G#m C#
They can’t take our gold fronts away, yeah, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 3] -Lil Wayne
F#
They can’t take my gold fronts
D# G#m
They can’t take these white cups that I just poured up
N.C.
They can’t take these gold teeth
C# F#
They can’t take this gold leaf that 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# F#
Silence of the Lamb, don’t wake 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# F#
The gold one, the yellow gold, white gold, nor the rose one
D#
Can’t break all these boulders I 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# D#
But I’m still ho-hum, I just can’t 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#

[Outro]
G#m C#
I’m like, “Hold up
F# D#
No one can take my gold fronts away
G#m C#
No one can take my gold fronts away”

F# D# G#m C# F#