Larry June, Zacari - Still Mackin' lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June, Zacari - Still Mackin' lyrics]
I'm still mackin'
Hit it all night and then
She cook a nigga breakfast
Turned my phone off for a second
No text message
Avocado, fresh omelette, lil' feta
I drop the top, bend a few corners
I'm just livin'
She said she wanna hit that beach
I slide to Stinson
One thing I never would do
Is fuck random women
Got her legs all on the sink
We in the kitchen damnit, love
You gotta be at work in ten minutes
I got two cellphones but
She never ever trippin' i'm a pimp
Rapper, but with you I feel different
I got a five years old son
I'm always here when he need me
Through all the fucking bullshit
My whips stay clean, nigga
She showed me I could love her, yeah
(I'm still macking) yeah, oh
Give me some sugar, I'm your neighbour
(I'm still macking)
Damn babygirl, why you looking like that?
I never fall in love but
You might just change that
Face on ten, and her ass so fat
I'm a grown man I ain't worry 'bout your past
Insecure niggas got you trippin'
You beautiful
Don't let him tell you different
We can grab sushi on a wednesday
Then sunday you probably can get this dick
I'mma fly you out to the bay
I'mma show you how a nigga live
Maybe we should hit the golden gate
Or maybe we should just sip hit a nigga
She showed me I could love her, yeah
(I'm still macking) yeah, oh
Give me some sugar, I'm your neighbour
(I'm still macking)
Hit it all night and then
She cook a nigga breakfast
Turned my phone off for a second
No text message
Avocado, fresh omelette, lil' feta
I drop the top, bend a few corners
I'm just livin'
She said she wanna hit that beach
I slide to Stinson
One thing I never would do
Is fuck random women
Got her legs all on the sink
We in the kitchen damnit, love
You gotta be at work in ten minutes
I got two cellphones but
She never ever trippin' i'm a pimp
Rapper, but with you I feel different
I got a five years old son
I'm always here when he need me
Through all the fucking bullshit
My whips stay clean, nigga
She showed me I could love her, yeah
(I'm still macking) yeah, oh
Give me some sugar, I'm your neighbour
(I'm still macking)
Damn babygirl, why you looking like that?
I never fall in love but
You might just change that
Face on ten, and her ass so fat
I'm a grown man I ain't worry 'bout your past
Insecure niggas got you trippin'
You beautiful
Don't let him tell you different
We can grab sushi on a wednesday
Then sunday you probably can get this dick
I'mma fly you out to the bay
I'mma show you how a nigga live
Maybe we should hit the golden gate
Or maybe we should just sip hit a nigga
She showed me I could love her, yeah
(I'm still macking) yeah, oh
Give me some sugar, I'm your neighbour
(I'm still macking)