Correction Lyrics Stand For by ChillinIT

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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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