Conceited (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
(That's Fyre)

[Chorus: 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 sh*t)

[Verse 1: Flo Milli]
You never dated a chocolate b*tch (Pretty)
You want a model b*tch 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 sh*t down (Ooh)
Stand-up b*tch, ho, go sit down (Damn)
Put your ear on this coochie, hear this ocean sound (Uh)
I f*ck once, boy, you old di*k now
You got money 'cause you on di*ks
Milli got millies 'cause Milli got hits (I got hits)
You pop pimples, ho, I pop sh*t
You can talk like this when you really that b*tch (Uh, yeah)
[Chorus: Flo Milli & Lola Brooke]
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)

[Verse 2: Lola Brooke & Flo Milli]
Pump your brakes, b*tch, 'cause this our weekend
How you feelin' today, Lo? I woke up conceited
Still a hood b*tch, 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 sh*ttin' me, you know I'm c*cky
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, b*tch can slapped
I heard you don't like me, please don't sis me
b*tch, is you stupid? Stop acting so ditzy
Two bad b*tches, ho, is you silly?
n*ggas can't pick between me and Flo Milli (Mwah, mwah)
[Chorus: Flo Milli & Maiya The Don]
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)

[Verse 3: Maiya The Don]
c*cky-ass b*tch, I need your neck to put my foot on
If I ain't post, they wouldn't know what to put on
I pop sh*t just to show you who the biggest
I made a career out of sh*ttin' on b*tches (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 motherf*ckin' Don (Don)
He like my hair black, so I went blonde
Whack-ass n*gga 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 c*cky (Are you dumb?)
No wonder these b*tches don't like me, uh
[Chorus: 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