Conceited Flo Milli

[Intro]
(That's Fyre)

[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 shit)

[Verse 1]
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
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 (Grrr)
I huff then I puff then I blow shit down (Ooh)
Stand-up bitch, ho, go sit down (Down)
Put your ear on this coochie, hear this ocean sound (Uh)
(I fuck once) Boy, you old dick now
You got money 'cause you on dicks
Milli got milli's '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)