gold fronts (Explicit)
Fousheé"gold fronts (Explicit)" is a song by Fousheé, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:34 long and contains 70 lines and 474 words.
Lyrics
0:02Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm
0:08Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm
0:12Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm
0:16Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm
0:24They don't make enough paper
0:24All this stream of thought spilling off my notebook
0:29And they don't make the sane type anymore
0:33All my homies got problems and
0:38We self medicate
0:41What'd you do today?
0:43I stared at my phone for hours
0:46Since the city's fucked
0:48Why don't we twist one up
0:50Stretch out, hmm, hmm
0:56They can't take our gold fronts away
0:59Let 'em shine
1:01They can't take our gold fronts away
1:06Let 'em shine (Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm)
1:15They don't make enough days in a month
1:18I got plans and they're all piled up (Ooh-ooh, yеah)
1:23And I think this year had a personal vendеtta
1:28There's always 2031
1:32We self medicate
1:36What'd you do today?
1:38I laid here for hours and hours
1:41Since the city's fucked
1:43Why don't we twist one up
1:45Stretch out, out, ooh-ooh
1:50They can't take our gold fronts away
1:54Let 'em shine (Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, hey, hey)
1:59They can't take our gold fronts away (They can't take my gold fronts away)
2:04Let 'em shine
2:05They can't take our gold fronts away
2:06Let 'em shine (They can't take my gold fronts away)
2:08Oh, oh-oh-oh
2:09Hmm, hmm (They can't take my gold fronts away)
2:13Hmm-hmm, they can't take (They can't take my gold fronts away), they can't take our, no
2:21They can't take our gold fronts away, yeah, oh, oh, oh
2:28They can't take my gold fronts
2:30They can't take these white cups that I just poured up
2:32They can't take these gold teeth
2:34They can't take this gold leaf that I just rolled up
2:37They can't take my gold blunt
2:38Can't tape my bullet holes up
2:40Can't take my close up
2:42They can't break my hoes up
2:43They can't break these shoulders
2:45Or make my quota
2:46And I'm the one they take their notes from
2:48The one they try to take their flow from
2:49And if they drip, then I'm the one that it all flows from
2:52Silence of the Lamb, don't wake this GOAT up
2:55They can't take the same road up
2:57They can't take when I roll up
2:58With both my doors up
3:00They can't take all these chokers
3:02The gold one, the yellow gold, white gold, nor the rose one
3:04Can't break all these boulders I broke up
3:07New one make me hate my old one
3:09New bae ate my soul up
3:11Type of shit make me fold up
3:12But I'm still ho-hum, I just can't take it slow, huh?
3:15I just can't fake it, no front
3:17It's me and Fousheé
3:18They just can't take this cold front
3:20They just can't take my gold fronts
3:21And this is golden
3:25I'm like, "Hold up
3:29No one can take my gold fronts away
3:34No one can take my gold fronts away"
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 fucked 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, yеah) And I think this year had a personal vendеtta There's always 2031 We self medicate What'd you do today? I laid here for hours and hours Since the city's fucked Why don't we twist one up Stretch out, out, ooh-ooh 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 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 shit 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"
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