Conceited (feat. Lola Brooke & Maiya The Don)

(That's Fyre)

[Refrão: Flo Milli]
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Wow)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Flo Milli shit)

You never dated a chocolate bitch (Pretty)
You want a model bitch off of the internet (Internet)
All that ki-ki-ki'n', I ain't into that
All my mini-me's, I invented that, facts
Long-ass weave flow down my back (Forty inch)
I want a pitcher with a baseball bat (Swing)
Hoes don't like when I talk like that
Please don't bark 'cause Milli bite back
I huff and I puff and I blow shit down (Ooh)
Stand-up bitch, ho, go sit down (Damn)
Put your ear on this coochie, hear this ocean sound (Uh)
I fuck once, boy, you old dick now
You got money 'cause you on dicks
Milli got millies 'cause Milli got hits (I got hits)
You pop pimples, ho, I pop shit
You can talk like this when you really that bitch (Uh, yeah)

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Wow)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Uh, uh, uh, ooh)

Pump your brakes, bitch, 'cause this our weekend
How you feelin' today, Lo? I woke up conceited
Still a hood bitch, catchin' dudes out in Niemans
No discounts for the LV sneezers
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 cap
Send 'em back to the streets where the funds ain't at
I be on what I'm on, no gat
Let the rudy mack up, ayy, bitch can 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 (Mwah, mwah)

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Wow)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Big Don)

Cocky-ass bitch, I need your 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 that 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
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 a dose of me
I like my hair to my ass (Period)
Twenty-five mil' on my lash (Yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm so cocky (Are you dumb?)
No wonder these bitches don't like me, uh

Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Wow)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh (Yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited, huh