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Down With The Trumpets by Rizzle Kicks

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Rizzle Kicks
(Dag Nabbit)
(Yayayayaaa)
(Yo)
You might hear me make a racket like Wilson
'Cause I love summer, no Rachel Bilson, yes
The winter will come
We just have parties inside, it's still fun
We're jamming, pump this, we're banging
Chase your boyfriend, let's have him
We're rowdy, girls make our judgement cloudy
But when the sun comes out we're still alcys
We don't wanna be lowsy, or shameless
But we're running round like we're brainless
Now I've got grass stains on my brand new white trainers
On my brand new white trainers
(Um)
I know a few guys hate us
They're as compelling as neighbours so laters
These blayers, we've got our own style, you know now
So go wild and get hosed down, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the trumpets
Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the trumpets
Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the trumpets
Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the trumpets
What, let's get down with the, down with the
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When I get down
I get respect now
And when our tune drops
You know it makes your head bounce
Yeah, I move with the flow
And when I enter the room it shows
I move sick (when I dance)
Then chicks (wanna dance)
Move in and move quick (when I dance)
At risk (when I dance)
Just be careful you don't lose your chick (when I dance)
That might just happen so listen deep
Stick with your madame or she might just leave
Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the trumpets
Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the trumpets
Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the trumpets
Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the trumpets
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Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the trumpets
How much sound from the brass to the air
Will it take to put your brass in the air (pardon me there)
Just don't pretend that
If I wasn't older you wouldn't wanna dance with me, yeah
You're the last of my fears
I was top boy of the class in my year
Well, not really but I was half way there
And I could have been the headmaster so yeah
Got vibes and charisma, lighter and rizla
Baccy and filter, shine for me mister
I want the sun to (shine)
Till I'm looking at a bright blue (sky)
Yes, and we drop it like anvils
Bring your whole crew to a stand still
Still, stick us on at clubs and I
Guarantee that nobody would stand still
Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the trumpets
Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the trumpets
Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the trumpets
Yeah, yeah, let's get down with the trumpets
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