willie dynamite lyrics – mac miller

“willie dynamite”

“you’re a hard man to reach, willie dynamite.
i wanna rap.
go right ahead.”

[verse 1]
the girls ask me for that willie d, that’s how i know they feelin’ me
it’s simple see, the pimpin’ be what got these b*tches clipped to me
you may be 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
takin’ off her clothes ‘fore i begin to speak like gimme cheek
been to london, been to france, go there if you get the chance
been to amsterdam, hit the club, h*ll no i didn’t dance
rolled around a little, smoked the weed, seen the red lights
ain’t f*ck a prost*tute but the head nice, get right
from here onto the next life, relax and sip that red stripe
the way i spend this money you would think i had an ex-wife
b*tches 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 alb*m, hope to blow your mind
tryna reach a level where no music is put over mine

[hook]
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?
[repeat]

[verse 2]
it’s young macintosh, tell you bout that sabotage
travellin’ through germany, word to david h*sselhoff
back up off me, kill em softly, you b*tches like to f*ck em doggy
probably off some molly got me turnin’ into polygons
on and on, dj’s puttin’ on my song
people say i talk too long, killin’ every single track the god is on
they cheerin’ with their pom-poms, buyin’ what i got on
straight gold, find me f*ckin’ silver with my long john
tom tom, direct me to that money please
square sponge, f*ckin’ dumb, yeah your grades is under c
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, sh*t is so disgustingly
amazin’, b*tches out the playpen
you f*ckin’ hand askin’ “how much money can i fit into this rubberband?”
hustlin’, throw your *ss right inside a rubbish can
excuse my french, that’s just how i talk if i was russell brand
know that i’m the f*ckin’ man, play my sh*t for three days
“all i make is h*ts, 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 sh*t man, probably thought he dissed me
b*tch please, i just ate out monica lewinsky
yeah, i taught her bout some slaughter, had her cryin’ about her father
then i busted in her face while she told me it’s an honor
bob o’connor, we just politicin’, finger-lickin’ on my chicken
got a way with words, words, words, word to charles d*ckens
i wrote this on the sh*tter usin’ toilet-paper
put your head inside the waters, and enjoy the flavor

yeah b*tch!
nah jerm, don’t cut me off man!
f*ck you!

[hook]
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?
[repeat]

/ mac miller lyrics