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Yeah, f**kin' oath What would you stand for? 420Fam What would you stand for? Sydney to Brisbane, stand up What would you stand for? Like Tell me, what would you stand for? Like Yeah, what would you stand for? Would you stand with your bredrens? I don't want war, but a phone call's made Brah, tell me, would you stand in my trenches? Yeah, how could you stand for the truth When the truth is, you can't stand your reflection? We got bottles, babes, blunts Still in the club, ten men in my section Jacks come, we don't answer a question, rargh! (Grrr) f**k off Clean sweep the cash, you best dust off Crew got rejected, security checks Yes, we jump fence, the back door gets unlocked Fire escape, we're safe, a quick rush job Sneak in half my mates and get one shot Two shot, three shot, four shot, pull up the flavours I don't pull cards, pull favours, argh (Sheesh) Hold up, get a whole one Sold, done, shake on poles then get dolled up Booty like "f**k me slowly", best fold up Looking like a Uncle Toby, girl, rolled up With a rolled one that she rolled up So the whole club got smoke and the coke was like gold dust Girl, work this out, just like Cole does Yeah, sex and drugs, thought I told ya I make the paper at a bank Jason Statham when I crank Girl, if the grams all that she can transport her Then my baby just blaze on the dank I get wasted on drank King of the hill like I'm Hank Sippin' the [?] Takin' a flight, copacabana Let's keep it Sinatra, my homies are frank We put in work, Thotiana when she twerk Drop it harder, make it work Call her Schapelle Corby, get the bodyboard She got the quarter of ganja and herb and she run it up My b*t*hes don't give a f**k, my b*t*hes body this up Let me be blunt, my b*t*hes snuck into ravers She smuggled the pills in her c**t Don't give a f**k, that was just us (Hoo) 2017, when I walked in the foyer And the first thing I said when I first got done by the jacks "Go talk to the lawyer" Gloves on, strapped up Ten rounds of the box and a Oscar, that's De La Hoya And a bad gal lookin' all crisp But a chip on her shoulder, I don't mean Sawyer, ah Never stoppin' till this hurts Check the clock and let it turn I still got brothers that don't be discussin' 'Cause they use their kero to wash out the burn It ain't your concern That be the hustle, my brother This cheddar is all that we know, all for the dough Do what we meant to, quote My bro check for the stamp like a envelope, but no joke Why spend fifty bucks for quick fix or a hit or a pick-me-up? We on business, so we don't wanna shiv no c**t We Bris this up, a quick little fisticuff And we live to fight another day, live to find another way Quick to light another J, grip her tighter on the waist b*t*hes like it when I blaze, so let's roll it up (Yeah, yeah) I got big smokes and big spliffs I got big bros and big sh*t And my b*t*h knows that I'm it, yeah, yeah, yeah Get a quick fix, 'cause the b*t*hes wanna hit it just for fitness I had her grippin' on my riches like a Fitbit I could put a little b*t*h up on the d**k list (Uh) 420, I light the good ganja I stick with a pack 'cause life is too hard I'm more than the one, my formula's one So I drift from the pack, I'm Michael Schumacher, haha Player to death, paper and cheques Back in a jiffy, I flew up to Brissie I told my boy Lisi to say with your chest
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