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Flo Milli - Conceited Lyrics
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(That's Fyre)

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 that
All 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 that
Please, 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 f*cked once, boy, you old dick now (ah)
You got money 'cause you on dicks
Milli 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)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)

Straight outta Mobile, Louis on both heels
F*ck how a ho feel, girl, just relax (um)
Smack a little bitch, ho, you a gnat (you a gnat, bitch)
Bitch get jealous when I do it like that
Celine on my eyes like a diva (hey)
I've been that bitch since a fetus (I been that bitch)
Been had my stripes, no Adidas (duh)
My opps taking pics when they see us
I'm so fabulous (I am)
Bitch, I'm fabulous (hey)
I don't need his money, no (what?)
Bitch, I got enough (Flo Milli shit)
Pretty bitch walk in they gon' salute
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, hey)

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)
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(That's Fyre)

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 that
All 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 that
Please, 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 f*cked once, boy, you old dick now (ah)
You got money 'cause you on dicks
Milli 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)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)
Feeling myself, I'm conceited (huh)

Straight outta Mobile, Louis on both heels
F*ck how a ho feel, girl, just relax (um)
Smack a little bitch, ho, you a gnat (you a gnat, bitch)
Bitch get jealous when I do it like that
Celine on my eyes like a diva (hey)
I've been that bitch since a fetus (I been that bitch)
Been had my stripes, no Adidas (duh)
My opps taking pics when they see us
I'm so fabulous (I am)
Bitch, I'm fabulous (hey)
I don't need his money, no (what?)
Bitch, I got enough (Flo Milli shit)
Pretty bitch walk in they gon' salute
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, hey)

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)
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Writer: Marcos Palacios, Nicholaus Williams, Tamia Carter, Tramaine Winfrey
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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