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BROTHERS, Joel Fletcher - LET'S TROT! (Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brothers
Brothers
Performer
Joel Fletcher
Joel Fletcher
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brothers
Brothers
Composer
Joel Allan
Joel Allan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joel Fletcher
Joel Fletcher
Producer
Open Till L8
Open Till L8
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Lyrics

Let's trot Let's trot Let's trot Ayy I'm ready to party, pour me a shot Nothing more, nothing less, I'm ready to trot I dropped out of school, but I still got class Teachers lookin' at me now like I've lost the plot Yeah, so what? David (shooting) Beckham (goals) The way I be pullin' these benders (benders) The way these Instagram models be givin' me brain Man, it got me stressin' (no) I came from the trenches Since young, I been gettin' that dough Now I'm gettin' paid 40K for a show (what?) 20 for me (huh?), 20 for my bro (let's go) And we're heading straight to the club (yeah) And we're lining up drinks at the bar (yeah) We down that shit so fast, no Usain Bolt (skrrt) I'm feeling like Josh Addo-Carr So raise your glass, 'cause now we got the whole club jumpin' (jumpin') You know who it is Brothers, Joel Fletcher, when you hear that trumpet 'Cause I'm ready to party, pour me a shot (let's trot) Nothing more, nothing less, I'm ready to trot (let's trot) I dropped out of school, but I still got class (let's trot) Teachers lookin' at me now like I've lost the plot (let's trot) All the girls on the left, wanna trot? Say, "Yeah" All the boys on the right, wanna trot? Say, "Yeah" Got bass underneath that drop, we don't stop (let's trot) Let's fuckin' trot (Let's trot) Let's fuckin' trot (Let's trot) Let's fuckin' trot (Let's trot) Let's fuckin' trot (Let's trot) Let's fuckin' trot Ayy, boys, the borders are open (yeah) First stop, let's head to the Gold Coast (let's go) It's a sold-out show, forecast hot So are the bitches, ha-ha, let's trot (ha-ha) Darwin is next, the crowd's off their head (ayy) Can't forget the love while we in their debt Just touched down in Brissie (Brissie) Sin City, I got more freaks than Timmy Pulled up in a VL Turbo Pull up the boys 'til I'm ready she deserve oh Smoke it up like magic Take this bed like Hazem El Masri (Masri) Next stop, Tassie Where the party at? Send me the addy I pull up with Kooris, Call up Akhis Even got Aussies yellin' out, "Fuckin' yalla" (yalla) Brothers (brothers), Fletcher (Fletcher) Aussie (Aussie), oy (oy) Shut down (shut down), Skepta (Skepta) Yeah, we do this with no pressure (proper) Then we pull up to Perth We shut down clubs and we shut down stores If I'm in the field, I'm running the ball If one gets hit, then it's all in brawl (ha-ha) Business class on the way back home The craziest shows in Sydney (Sydney) My circle's small, but we stay winning So raise your cup for the life that we living 'Cause I'm ready to party, pour me a shot (let's trot) Nothing more, nothing less, I'm ready to trot (let's trot) I dropped out of school, but I still got class (let's trot) Teachers lookin' at me now like I've lost the plot (let's trot) All the girls on the left, wanna trot? Say, "Yeah" All the boys on the right, wanna trot? Say, "Yeah" Got bass underneath that drop, we don't stop (let's trot) Let's fuckin' trot (Let's trot) Let's fuckin' trot (Let's trot) Let's fuckin' trot (Let's trot) Let's fuckin' trot (Let's trot) Let's fuckin' trot (let's trot)
Writer(s): Joel Fletcher Allan, Issam Ahmad, Bassam Ahmad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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