Britanny Foushee - gold fronts lyrics

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