Welcome to the party, let's get it started
Try to keep up 'cause my flow the smartest
I brought the weed and you brought the Barton's
Only eight o'clock and some dude in the garden
Passed the f*ck out with p*ss in his pants
Forget about it, man Let's go in and dance
Fine women inside just waiting for us
You better believe that I'm trying to bust
A motherf*cking nut tonight
It's Friday and I'm feeling alright
Girl in the bell bottoms looking tight
In the morning we gonna share some Pedialyte
The party keeps growing and people keep showing
The cops roll up but we just keep on going
Shots after shots, we just keep on pouring
The cops roll up blunts, we just keep on smoking
Getting toasted in the living room
Jumping in the swimming pool
Just some crazy kids with nothing else to do
Fresh out of school, acting a fool
Some dude's freaking out 'cause he lost his Juul
Slow your roll, man Just sit back, relax
Go inside, grab a drink, and have a snack
Look in the kitchen, we got chips in a bowl
Cheetos, Fritos, Doritos, they all O
G's that is, others I ain't trying to diss
I promise Mr. Pringles, you just weren't on the list
I'm just trying to find me a fine young miss
So let's get back to this groovy sh*t
The party keeps growing and people keep showing
The cops roll up but we just keep on going
Shots after shots, we just keep on pouring
The cops roll up blunts, we just keep on smoking
The music is bumping, The party is jumping
All the fine b*tches they wanna be humping
Me and Tracy, we finna get crazy
Homie, lay it down while I find me a lady
Here I am, Tracy, Laying it down, maybe
Trying to pull a ten, she says she wanna have my babies
F*ck, tripped, Stacey's kinda blurry ain't she
I don't see shit except a silhouette of Katie
This Henny in my system got me rowdy as f*ck
I'm trying to hit my Juul but it ain't where I thought it was
Freaking out, this b*tch grabbing on my nuts
Make her pick a card, it's over Now I'm about to bust
The party keeps growing and people keep showing
The cops roll up but we just keep on going
Shots after shots, we just keep on pouring
The cops roll up blunts, we just keep on smoking
Flex Retro - Keep on Goin' (feat. Tracy Ramon) Lyrics
Flex Retro - Keep on Goin' (feat. Tracy Ramon) Lyrics
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Welcome to the party, let's get it started
Try to keep up 'cause my flow the smartest
I brought the weed and you brought the Barton's
Only eight o'clock and some dude in the garden
Passed the f*ck out with p*ss in his pants
Forget about it, man Let's go in and dance
Fine women inside just waiting for us
You better believe that I'm trying to bust
A motherf*cking nut tonight
It's Friday and I'm feeling alright
Girl in the bell bottoms looking tight
In the morning we gonna share some Pedialyte
The party keeps growing and people keep showing
The cops roll up but we just keep on going
Shots after shots, we just keep on pouring
The cops roll up blunts, we just keep on smoking
Getting toasted in the living room
Jumping in the swimming pool
Just some crazy kids with nothing else to do
Fresh out of school, acting a fool
Some dude's freaking out 'cause he lost his Juul
Slow your roll, man Just sit back, relax
Go inside, grab a drink, and have a snack
Look in the kitchen, we got chips in a bowl
Cheetos, Fritos, Doritos, they all O
G's that is, others I ain't trying to diss
I promise Mr. Pringles, you just weren't on the list
I'm just trying to find me a fine young miss
So let's get back to this groovy sh*t
The party keeps growing and people keep showing
The cops roll up but we just keep on going
Shots after shots, we just keep on pouring
The cops roll up blunts, we just keep on smoking
The music is bumping, The party is jumping
All the fine b*tches they wanna be humping
Me and Tracy, we finna get crazy
Homie, lay it down while I find me a lady
Here I am, Tracy, Laying it down, maybe
Trying to pull a ten, she says she wanna have my babies
F*ck, tripped, Stacey's kinda blurry ain't she
I don't see shit except a silhouette of Katie
This Henny in my system got me rowdy as f*ck
I'm trying to hit my Juul but it ain't where I thought it was
Freaking out, this b*tch grabbing on my nuts
Make her pick a card, it's over Now I'm about to bust
The party keeps growing and people keep showing
The cops roll up but we just keep on going
Shots after shots, we just keep on pouring
The cops roll up blunts, we just keep on smoking
Try to keep up 'cause my flow the smartest
I brought the weed and you brought the Barton's
Only eight o'clock and some dude in the garden
Passed the f*ck out with p*ss in his pants
Forget about it, man Let's go in and dance
Fine women inside just waiting for us
You better believe that I'm trying to bust
A motherf*cking nut tonight
It's Friday and I'm feeling alright
Girl in the bell bottoms looking tight
In the morning we gonna share some Pedialyte
The party keeps growing and people keep showing
The cops roll up but we just keep on going
Shots after shots, we just keep on pouring
The cops roll up blunts, we just keep on smoking
Getting toasted in the living room
Jumping in the swimming pool
Just some crazy kids with nothing else to do
Fresh out of school, acting a fool
Some dude's freaking out 'cause he lost his Juul
Slow your roll, man Just sit back, relax
Go inside, grab a drink, and have a snack
Look in the kitchen, we got chips in a bowl
Cheetos, Fritos, Doritos, they all O
G's that is, others I ain't trying to diss
I promise Mr. Pringles, you just weren't on the list
I'm just trying to find me a fine young miss
So let's get back to this groovy sh*t
The party keeps growing and people keep showing
The cops roll up but we just keep on going
Shots after shots, we just keep on pouring
The cops roll up blunts, we just keep on smoking
The music is bumping, The party is jumping
All the fine b*tches they wanna be humping
Me and Tracy, we finna get crazy
Homie, lay it down while I find me a lady
Here I am, Tracy, Laying it down, maybe
Trying to pull a ten, she says she wanna have my babies
F*ck, tripped, Stacey's kinda blurry ain't she
I don't see shit except a silhouette of Katie
This Henny in my system got me rowdy as f*ck
I'm trying to hit my Juul but it ain't where I thought it was
Freaking out, this b*tch grabbing on my nuts
Make her pick a card, it's over Now I'm about to bust
The party keeps growing and people keep showing
The cops roll up but we just keep on going
Shots after shots, we just keep on pouring
The cops roll up blunts, we just keep on smoking
Writer: Matt Balentine, Matthew Balentine, Travis Keith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid