Conceited (feat. Lola Brooke & 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 (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 (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 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 (ah) You got money 'cause you on dicks Milli got millies 'cause Milli got hits (I got hits) You pop pimples, ho, I pop shit (yeah) 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 (oh) No discounts for the LV sneezers (oh) Doin' what I want, damn right, can't stop me (uh) 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 (oh, wow) 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 (ah) You know the name, I'm the motherfuckin' Don (Don) He like my hair black, so I went blonde Whack-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 Feelin' myself I'm conceited, huh