Flo Milli Conceited Song Lyrics
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 thatAll 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 thatPlease, 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 dicksMilli 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 getHow you feelin’ the day, Lo? I’m far from conceitedStill a hood bitch, catchin’ dues out of NiemansNo discounts for the LV snizzersDoin’ what I want, damn right, can’t stop meCop me, block me ’cause I ain’t let ’em hop meSteady in his feelings when I catch another bodyGotta be shittin’ me, you know I’m cockyI be on what I’m on, no capsSend him back to the streets where the funds ain’t atI be on what I’m on, no gatLeft the room, mack up, any bitch gettin’ slappedI heard you don’t like me, please, don’t sis meBitch, is you stupid? Stop acting so ditzyTwo 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 onIf I ain’t post they wouldn’t know what to put onI pop shit just to show you who the biggestI 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 mirrorDiamonds 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 blondeWack-ass nigga can’t ever get close to meProbably OD if he ever get dose of meI 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)
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