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maiya the don – into myself lyrics

[intro]
that’s fyre
oh, yeah

[chorus]
walk in this b+tch like a don (walk)
i’m so into myself (myself)
walk in this b+tch like a don (walk)
i’m so into myself (myself)
i’m so into myself (myself, myself)
i’m really feelin’ myself (oh, yeah)
really not givin’ a f+ck (nah)
’cause i’m so into myself (big don)

[verse 1]
i’m so into myself, yeah, i’m really conceited
full face of fenty, i don’t even need it
just left the jeweler, vv’d all my pieces
no explanations, unless it’s on g+nius (haha)
b+tches don’t scare me, not even a little bit (nah)
i’m an assh0l+, i sh+t on a little b+tch
no bra in the coupe, i’m a feminist
like i’m divorcin’ a n+gga, i never miss
trunk in the front, gettin’ neck in the backseat
talkin’ on the net, bet a b+tch won’t @ me
extra, extra, extra, b+tch, i’m extra
diamonds super blue the hugh on hefner
like griselda shooters on a vespa
doors up, pull off in a tesla
what is it you think you could do for me?
who? ain’t send for your n+gga, he flew to me
only in the club for the backend
then i k!ll b+tches no eulogy
[pre+chorus]
too hot, better play cool with me (yeah, yeah)
i’m who b+tches used to be (yeah, yeah)
ducked him, he a goose to me (yeah, yeah)
all of you b+tches is food to me (food to me)

[chorus]
walk in this b+tch like a don (oh, yeah, walk)
i’m so into myself (uh+huh, myself)
walk in this b+tch like a don (walk)
i’m so into myself (myself)
i’m so into myself (myself, myself)
i’m really feelin’ myself (oh, yeah)
really not givin’ a f+ck (nah)
’cause i’m so into myself (big don)

[verse 2]
too many haters to give ’em all energy
put that bird in a box like i’m kennedy’s
and i’m startin’ to notice some mini me’s
b+tches be actin’ like somethin’ they’ll never be (never)
i’m somewhere on a flight with my feet up
just got word that i’m beefin’ with peta (woo)
so beyoncé a hustler, a diva
tommy on me, gonna leave her like keisha (grrr)
i be in the field callin’ shots like a qb (hut, hut)
you be in your feels, keep that n+gga, he can’t have me (yeah)
feelin’ myself like i can’t find my keys
jheeze, jealousy is a weak b+tch disease
please, tell your man get off his knees
walk him like a dog, i don’t need a leash
who? heard n+ggas is claimin’ the don
what type of sh+t these n+ggas be on?
musty disgust me, they corn on the cob
n+ggas could never put that on the mob
[pre+chorus]
too hot, better play cool with me (yeah, yeah)
i’m who b+tches used to be (yeah, yeah)
ducked him, he a goose to me (yeah, yeah)
all of you b+tches is food to me (food to me)

- maiya the don lyrics

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