Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Francisco Alejandro Velez
Songwriter
Lyrics
Sliding on the boulevard
I'm tryna get away
He keep thinking that he hard
That's why he fucking passed away
Made me feel so damn stupid the way that she talk to me
Everytime she wanna chill I gotta pay a lil Fee
I ain't fucking with her no more
She act like a enemy
She be saying that she love me
Is she really into me
I be buggin I be tripping
I don't know
Let me see
I swear that her love stings
She must be a bumblebee
I just wanna go
I don't really know
How my life going
My own bitch done turned me cold
Got my heart stole
Trade it for a soul
Conversations with the devil
hope it make me gold
I just wanna go
I don't really know
How my life going
My own bitch done turned me cold
Got my heart stole
Trade it for a soul
Conversations with the devil
hope it make me gold
Yeah
hope it make me rich
Everything I've did
I done did it just for this
I know I had to do it
Cause I have to make it quick
Vianka said I'm stupid said I'm a dumb and imma prick
They said I'm a roll
I figured out the flow
And all the lyrics that go w it
Baby I'm a pro
They said I'm a roll
I figured out the flow
And all the lyrics that go w it
Baby I'm a pro
I just wanna go
I don't really know
How my life going
My own bitch done turned me cold
Got my heart stole
Trade it for a soul
Conversations with the devil
hope it make me gold
I just wanna go
I don't really know
How my life going
My own bitch done turned me cold
Got my heart stole
Trade it for a soul
Conversations with the devil
hope it make me gold
Written by: Francisco Alejandro Velez