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Flo Milli – Conceited Lyrics

Th-That’s Fyre

Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (yeah)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (wow)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (yeah)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (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’ing, I ain’t into that (hahah)
All my mini-me’s, I invented that, facts (uh-uh)
Long ass weave flow down my back (40-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 (grrr)

I huff, then I puff, then I blow shit down (ooh)
Stand-up bitch, hoe, go sit down (sit down)
Put your ear on this coochie, hear this ocean sound (uh)
“I fuck once”, boy, you old dick now (ah!)

You got money ’cause you on dicks
Milli got millies ’cause Milli got hits (I got hits)
You pop pimples, hoe, I pop shit (shit)
You can talk like this when you really that bitch (uh, yeah)

Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (yeah)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (wow)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (yeah)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (huh)

Straight outta Mobile, Louis on both heels (uh)
Fuck how a hoe feel, girl, just relax (uhm, haha)
Smack a lil’ bitch, hoe, you a gnat (you a gnat, bitch)
Bitch get jealous when I do it like that (uh, uh)
Celine on my eyes like a diva (hey)
I been that bitch since the fetus (I been that bitch)
They had my stripes, no Adidas (duh)
My opps takin’ pics when they see us (haha)

I’m so fabulous (I am)
Bitch, I’m fabulous (hey)
I don’t need his money (nope)
Bitch, I got enough (Flo Milli shit)
Pretty bitch walk in, they gon’ salute (uh)
I don’t wanna talk, bitch, just keep it cute (duh)
Big yellow coupe, no top on the roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Brush my hair when I walk in the booth (hey)

Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (yeah)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (wow)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (yeah)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (huh)
Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (huh)