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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'ma fly you out to the bay I'ma 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)