Conceited - Remy Ma

See this ain’t nothin that you used to

Out of the ordinary and unusual

You gotta have the mind state like I’m so great

And can’t nobody do it like you do

Miraculous, phenomenal

And ain’t nobody in here stoppin' you

Show no love, cause you’s wassup

Look in the mirror, like what the fuck

Damn, I look good

And can’t nobody freak it like I could

Yeah, okay, I got a little fat butt

My shorty tell me he like it like that

I’m happy, another me there never can be

See, I’m so outstanding

Don’t care if they can’t stand me

I’m sittin on top of the world like Brandy

See I look too good for this necklace

And I look too good to be wearin' this

You know I look way too good to be innocent

I’m conceited, I got a reason

See I look too good to be drivin' that

And I look too good to be buyin' that

You know I look way too good to be tryin' that

I’m conceited, I got a reason

Now who’s that peekin' in my window

Nobody cause I live in a penthouse

Baby I’m sorry, but I’m sexy

And all I want you to do is just bless me, let’s see

This kid that I’m waitin' on

He said he love when my jeans look painted on

With this tight white tee, you ain’t quite like me

Probably why I’m always gettin' hitted on

Now shorty tryin' to push up on me like a wonder bra

Listen when I speak, I wouldn’t want you to take it wrong

Now, number one, I don’t need you

Your name’s Q, I only see «u» when I see you

Listen, two, you could never play me (why's that)

Cuz I’m such a fuckin' lady

Three, it’s all about me

I don’t wanna talk about it

If you’d like to hear it, here it go

I wrote a song about it

See I look too good to be fuckin' you

And I look too good to be lovin' you

You know I look way too good to be stuck with you

I’m conceited, I got a reason

See I look too good to be gettin whipped

And I look too good to be havin' kids

You know I look way too good to be in a crib

I’m conceited, I got a reason

Oh, I know what I’m doin'

I can’t stop my body from movin'

I’m boppin' and poppin' to the music

He keeps watchin' me and he’s about to lose it

I’m droppin' it hotter then the ???

«Face Down, Ass Up,» on some Luke shit

I’m outta control wit it, dip it low, pick it up slow

Poke it out, now roll wit it

My thong showin', but it’s cool, my shoes go wit' it

Now all I need is a room wit a pole in it

See I look good and I’m knowin' it

And I was never too proud to be showin' it