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letra de supercilious (sped) - zai'lyn love

[intro: zai’lyn love]
he know, he know (uh)
he know (yeah), he know
he know, he know (yeah)

[verse 1: zai’lyn love]
he love me for my arrogance, i’m c-cky than a motherf-cker
so egotistic, you would think i’m from another mother
lookin’ in the mirror, baby, d-mn, you lookin’ good (i know)
i’m walkin’ art, no easel, yeah, that n-gga give me wood (d-mn)
look at my face, look at my waist
he lovin’ my body and lovin’ my taste
he lovin’ the sound of my cadence (uh)
baby, i’m different, i be out of sp-ce
temptation, a sensation, all these b-tches imitatin’
and he know his baby attitude, he know i’m irritatin’
plus i keep him waitin’, ’cause i’m everything he cravin’
and my confidence contagious, b-tches tryna replicate it
i’m makin’ him feel good, he tell it’s real good
i’m his fantasy, and everything he need, it’s real good

[chorus: zai’lyn love]
i’m super, super, super, supercilious
i’m super, super, super, supercilious
he be ’round them phony b-tches
he ain’t never had the realist
super, super, super, super, super, super, supercilious
[verse 2: grant]
that silly boy is just my p-wn, but i ain’t playin’ chess
and all these b-tches takin’ notes on how i rap and dress
she wanna address me, she wanna get messy, i got on giuseppe
she got on that trash bag puffer, lookin’ hefty
my name up in her mouth, i got her provoked
if she wanna keep talkin’ out her neck, then it gon’ get chocked
i got the fame like lady gaga, but my face ain’t get poked
she too busy talkin’ sh-t to get a bag, i’m rich and she broke
uh, i said, “i’m rich just like i’m roddy”
black eyes peas, he rock this body
he my clyde and i’m his bonnie
sh-t on b-tches, porta-potty
i’m the blueprint, i’m the reference
i’m his main b-tch, i’m his preference
and i got him so addicted, if i leave him, he pay severance
i’m a mogul, s-x symbol, icon
and i’m always camera ready, picture perfect, nikon
let them other hoes he had before me be bygones
i’m the baddest b-tch that ever existed, oh my god

[chorus: grant]
i’m super, super, super, supercilious
i’m super, super, super, supercilious
he be ’round them phony b-tches
he ain’t never had the realist
super, super, super, super, super, super, supercilious

- zailyn love

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