Lyrics NGL /SIKE (feat. Italiander) - MacDaKid

Not gon lie
I be thinking bout you and that pretty smile
Like all time
Uh uhh
Not gon lie
I be thinking bout you and that pretty smile like all time
Acting like you comfortable without me
Knowing that you mine
Should I keep it pushing
She be on my line
So probably not
Grabbed a composition
This that type of shit I got to jot
Ain't no competition
Mac the realist
You know I ain't lying
All these Niggaz fishing
Done had all the bitches that they trying
And they ain't hit on shit
They on toxic shit
You always not
Done with the playah shit
I'm on my curry shit
Give me a shot

Told a million I caught some feelings
But ain't mean it a bit
But this energy different
It got me working out and shit
Ain't been smoking bud lately
Eventually I'm bound to quit
I don't chill with homies
I go to work and hit the crib
She be picking me up when we chilling
She got her own whip
Normally I get distance
After I slip in Ima dip
But with you could lay up
Watching the latest BMF
Ain't even hit and I'm tender dicking
This shit gon be a mess

You know Cooley adoring ya
Keep naming all the shit that a nigga do for ya
I scoop ya then we dip
Think this one named Victoria
Having the Gloria
We at the crib watching Euphoria
She love the fact she taken
Wake up and I'm smelling bacon
Booty shorts see what the cake is
Bossing up with moves I'm making
Had her chance and blew it
Need a bitch know what she doing
Only me the one you screwing
Hustle up what we pursuing

Not gon lie
I be thinking bout you and that pretty smile like all time
Acting like you comfortable without me
Knowing that you mine
Should I keep it pushing
She be on my line
So probably not
Grabbed a composition
This that type of shit I got to jot
Ain't no competition
Mac the realist
You know I ain't lying
All these Niggaz fishing
Done had all the bitches that they trying
And they ain't hit on shit
They on toxic shit
You always not
Done with the playah shit
I'm on my curry shit
Give me a shot
Not gon lie
I be thinking bout you and that pretty smile like all time
Acting like you comfortable without me
Knowing that you mine
Should I keep it pushing
She be on my line
So probably not
Grabbed a composition
This that type of shit I got to jot
Ain't no competition
Mac the realist
You know I ain't lying
All these Niggaz fishing
Done had all the bitches that they trying
And they ain't hit on shit
They on toxic shit
You always not
Done with the playah shit
I'm on my curry shit
Give me a
Fuck yall thought this was nigga
Bitch it's Mac
Ain't showing no bitch no love niggaaa
Although I might lust over a bitch
I won't put no trust in it
Real talk I don't trust no bitch
But suck this dick until I'm over it
Listen In love I have never been
Don't think no bitch innocent
Can't fool me bitch not one of them
Make bitches cum no instruments
I step when y'all be scared pimp
Hand you my cup like hold this simp
Wish I could spit the way I wanna spit
But y'all would cancel it