Flo Milli feat. Lola Brooke and Maiya The Don Lyrics
"Conceited"

Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh, yeah)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (whoa)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh, yeah)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh, Flo Milli shit)

You never dated a chocolate bitch (pretty)
You want a model bitch, all for the internet (internet)
All that ki-ki-ki'n, I ain't in to that
All my mini-me's, I invented that, facts (uh-uh)
Long-ass weave, flow down my back (forty inches)
I want a picture with a baseball bat (swing)
Hoes don't like when I talk like that
Please, don't bark, 'cause Milli bite back (grr)
I huff and puff and I blow shit down (ooh)
Stand up bitch, ho, go sit down (sit down)
Put your ear on this coochie, hear this ocean sound (uh)
I fucked once, boy, you old dick now (ah)
You got money 'cause you on dicks
Milli got Millis 'cause Milli got hits (I got hits)
You pop pimples, ho, I pop shit (yeah)
You can talk like this when you're really that bitch (uh, yeah)

Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh, yeah)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (whoa)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh, yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (huh-huh-huh, ooh)

Pump your brakes, bitch 'cause this how we get
How you feelin' the day, Lo? I'm far from conceited
Still a hood bitch, catchin' dues out of Niemans
No discounts for the LV snizzers
Doin' what I want, damn right, can't stop me
Cop me, block me 'cause I ain't let 'em hop me
Steady in his feelings when I catch another body
Gotta be shittin' me, you know I'm cocky
I be on what I'm on, no caps
Send him back to the streets where the funds ain't at
I be on what I'm on, no gat
Left the room, mack up, any bitch gettin' slapped
I heard you don't like me, please, don't sis me
Bitch, is you stupid? Stop acting so ditzy
Two bad bitches (ho, is you silly?)
Niggas can't pick between me and Flo Milli (muah, muah)

Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh, yeah)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (whoa)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh, yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Big Don)

Cocky-ass bitch, I need ya neck to put my foot on
If I ain't post they wouldn't know what to put on
I pop shit just to show you who the biggest
I made a career out of shittin' on bitches (ha)
I ain't one of them hoes who look better in they pictures (facts)
Face like a model (what?), Body like a stripper (yeah)
Scary-ass hoes can't look up in the mirror
Diamonds dancin' like Thriller, somebody come get her (ah)
You know the name, I'm the motherfuckin' Don (Don)
He like my hair black so I went blonde
Wack-ass nigga can't ever get close to me
Probably OD if he ever get dose of me
I like my hair to my ass (period)
Twenty-five mil' on my lap (yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm so cocky (are you dumb?)
No wonder these bitches don't like me, uh

Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh, yeah)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (whoa)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh, yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (huh)