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Fousheé/Lil Waynehuatong
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Foushée:

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 f**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

Hmm hmm- hmm hmm hmm- hmm

Let 'em shine

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 f**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 h*es 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 s**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"

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