Willie Dynamite

Mac Miller

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    You're a hard man to reach, willie dynamite!
    "i wanna rap"
    Go right ahead

    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

    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?

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    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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