Top Songs By George Price
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
George Price
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Pina
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Pina
Producer
Lyrics
(Silly of me to fall in love with a b*tch
Knowing damn well I'm too caught up with my grip
Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger
None of y'all b*tches can't f*ck with this n*gga named
George Danny I'm all the above
I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes
I gets loc'd and looney
B*tch you can't do me
Do we look like BBD? You hoochie groupie)
Yeah
I been strong bong hitting
With a long arm
Reach inside my pocket watch the Don pull out a King Kong
Smoke it 'til the thing gone
B*tch you know the routine
Crushing
Drive real slow under moon beams, musing
Dark blue
I could never trust a b*tch
I just got too much to lose
And it's way too much to gain
To be f*ckin' with 'em too
So I focus on the highest quality I can produce 'cause
We being honest I'm too good to f*ck with you so
Kick rocks to the moon hoe
Tried to tell you but you wouldn't listen
Now I'm chilling smokin' piff in sophisticated position
Oh and not to mention
Feelin' better than I ever did without prescriptions
(Feelin' better than I ever did without prescriptions)
Chillin' smoking piff in sophisticated position
(Chillin' smoking piff in sophisticated position)
(Silly of me to fall in love with a b*tch
Knowing damn well I'm too caught up with my grip
Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger
None of y'all b*tches can't f*ck with this n*gga named
George Danny I'm all the above
I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes
I gets loc'd and looney
B*tch you can't do me
Do we look like BBD? You hoochie groupie)
Yeah, It's Don Price to you f*ckin' hoes
Only my girl get to call me George
She really love me, think I might propose
But then again it's too much sh*t I think that I might know
Won't catch me slipping though
See me know I got the herb
Smokin' help me calm my nerves
'Cause it's the worst
When you know what a n*gga know
It can be a blessing and a curse
Gotta make it work
Avoiding b*tches on my chirp
Pushing forward
Lotta money to be earned
And I brace myself to take it with a firm gird
Go ahead look up the word
Put you to work
Bring you up, that's what a Don do
Only lace you with the realness I had donned too
Now you is a Don too
Smoking king kongs 'til the dawn break
Always
Never see me walking with a long face
Swagger on 202
Add 420 to the theory and be down with us too, yeah
(Silly of me to fall in love with a b*tch
Knowing damn well I'm too caught up with my grip
Now as the sun rotates and my game grows bigger
None of y'all b*tches can't f*ck with this n*gga named
George Danny I'm all the above
I'm too swift on my toes to get caught up with you hoes
I gets loc'd and looney
B*tch you can't do me
Do we look like BBD? You hoochie groupie)
Roll after roll after roll after roll
Just like this
This is just the case
You ever think you can ask me
There's no f*cking way bro
Writer(s): George Pina
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