Feeling Myself Im Conceited Lyrics By Flo Milli. Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Huh) Feelin’ myself, I’m conceited (Flo Milli sh^t) You never dated a chocolate bi^^h (Pretty).
Feeling Myself Im Conceited Lyrics
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[Chorus]
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 sh^t)
[Verse 1]
You never dated a chocolate bi^^h (Pretty)
You want a model bi^^h off of the internet (Internet)
All that ki-ki-ki’in’, 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 wit’ a baseball bat (Swing)
Hoes don’t like when I talk like that
Please don’t bark ’cause Milli bite back
I huff then I puff then I blow sh^t down (Ooh)
Stand-up bi^^h, ho, go sit down (Damn)
Put your ear on my coochie, hear this ocean sound (Uh)
(I f^^k once) Boy, you old d^^k now
You got money ’cause you on d^^ks
Milli got milli’s ’cause Milli got hits (I got hits)
You pop pimples, ho, I pop sh^t
You can talk like this when you really that bi^^h (Uh, yeah)
[Chorus]
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)
[Verse 2]
Straight outta Mobile, Louis on both heels
f^^k how a ho feel, girl, just relax
Smack a lil’ bi^^h, ho, you a gnat (You a gnat, bi^^h)
bi^^h get jealous when I do it like that
Celine on my eyes like a diva (Hey)
I been that bi^^h since a fetus (I been that bi^^h)
Been had my stripes, no Adidas (Duh)
My opps takin’ pics when they see us
I’m so fabulous (I am)
bi^^h, I’m fabulous (Hey)
I don’t need his money (Nope)
bi^^h, I got enough (Flo Milli sh^t)
Pretty bi^^h walk in, they gon’ salute (Uh)
I don’t wanna talk, bi^^h, 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)
[Chorus]
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)