Mac Miller

Mac Miller - Willie Dynamite lyrics

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You’re a hard man to reach, Willie Dynamite!

“I wanna rap”

Go right ahead

[Verse 1]

Girls ask me for that Willie D

That’s how I know they feeling me

It’s simple see, the pimping be

What got these bitches clipped to me

You maybe at the game, I guarantee you, we in different seats

I seen you in the nosebleeds, but where I’m at, that isn’t cheap

In the Benz, in a Jeep, make a million in a week

Taking off her clothes ‘fore I begin to speak like gimme cheeks

Been to London, been to France, go there if you get the chance

Been to Amsterdam, hit the club, hell no I didn’t dance

Rolled around a little, smoked the weed, seen the red lights

Ain’t f-ck a prostitute but the head nice, get right

From here on to the next life, relax and sip that Red Stripe

The way I spend this money you would think I had an ex-wife

Bitches love the lead pipe, the ‘Burgh word to Ken Rice

New place every day, what I would give to just have 10 nights

Yeah right, ’bout to drop an album, hope to blow your mind

Tryna reach a level where no music is put over mine

[Hook x2]

Girls ask me for that Willie D

Girls ask me for that Willie D

What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?

Live it up cause you don’t live that long

Or am I wrong?

[Verse 2]

It’s young Macintosh, tell you bout that sabotage

Travelling through Germany, word to David Hasselhoff

Back and forth, kill ‘em softly

Bitches like to f-ck em doggy

Probably off some Molly got me turning into polygons

On and on, DJs putting on my song

People say I talk too long

Killing every single track, the God is on

They cheering with their pom-poms, buying what I got on

Straight gold, find me f-ckin silver with my long John

Tom Tom, direct me to that money please

Where’s funds? F-ckin dumb, get your grades

And I know in God we trust, but how much do they trust in me?

Enough to be a f-ckin beast on beats, yeah

Shit is so disgustingly amazing

Bitches out the playpen, you f-ck your hand asking

“how much money can I fit into this rubberband?”

Hustling, throw your ass right inside a garbage can

Excuse my French, that’s just how I talk if I was Russell Brand

Know that I’m the f-cking man

Play my shit for three days

“All I make is hits, call me T-Pain!”

Sicker than if she gave me AIDS, plus some teeth decay

Then she stole my condom, try to auction it on Ebay

Talk a little shit man, probably thought he diss me

Bitch please, I just ate out Monica Lewinsky

Yeah, I’ve taught her about some

Had her crying about her father

Then I busted in her face while she told me it’s an honor

We just politickin, finger-licking on my chicken

Got a way with words, words, words

Word to Charles Dickens

I wrote this on the shitter using toilet-paper

Put your head inside the water, enjoy the flavor

Yeah bitch, you know how I drive

Don’t cut me off man! f-ck you!


(Uh) The girls ask me for that Willie D

(Uh) The girls ask me for that Willie D

What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?

Live it up cause you don’t live that long

Or am I wrong?

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