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Trampoline

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jumpYeah

Yeah

Yeah

YeahYeah

Eenie meanie minie

Thank God it's Friday

Please don't ask me for my ID

If I'm in your iTunes library

Got my own book in my library

My mansion is so tidy

But my neighbours hate my mistress cause she never wear no nightie

I go Claridges to do high tea

Jordans on like Spike Lee

I'm high end, you're high street

Swagger jacking my stylee

When I was a kid I used to save up for my Nike's

Now all these little kids is try'na save up for my Nike's

GoShake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,

Tamborine

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

TrampolineShake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,

Tamborine

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

TrampolineSharing clothes, that's trampy

Splitting bills, that's trampy

All this hanky panky, now her hand prints on my Banksy

I'm just strictly speaking, Anne Frankly (yeah)

All my girls is fancy

In a white Ferrari Spider

Rolling with Anansi, Diplo to disco

She sniff, woah

She gwan like she Ri Ri

Wine to Calypso

She ask me if I'm single

I said "Maybe, I think so

I can't concentrate, when that thong's on like Sisqo"Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,

Tamborine

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

TrampolineShake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,

Tamborine

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jumpFirst of all I'm swagging

Two girls with me so I'm bragging

So much money in my pocket

My pants might be saggy

My car might be tinted

My weed might be scented

My girl might be bow legged

Her friend might be wetter

Gold Roley on when I perform

Ring ring, mobile phone

The way it's going on

It must be on

Till the break of dawn, party like rock stars

We don't stop till we see them fucking cop carsShake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Tambourine

Tan 'til her skin peel off, tangerine

Then she vogue, then she vogue

Agyness Deyn

On your marks get set go (red, amber, green)

Sydney, what's going down

New York, what's going down

LA, what's going down

Vegas, what's going down

Dublin, what's going down

Paris, what's going down

Lagos, what's going down

Oslo, what's going down

Toronto, what's going down

Stockholm, what's going down

Berlin, what's going down

Johannesburg, what's going down

Tokyo, what's going down

Rio, what's going down

Beijing, what's going down

London, what's going downShake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Trampoline

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

Trampoline, trampoline

Songwriters

THOMAS WESLEY PENTZ, DEREK JAMES ALLEN, TAUHEED EPPS, PATRICK JUNIOR CHUKWUEMKA OKOGWUPublished by

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