Mac Miller - Willie Dynamite lyrics

"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**hes 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, hell no I didn't dance Rolled around a little, smoked the weed, seen the red lights Ain't f** a prostitute 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**hes 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] 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 Ha**elhoff Back up off me, k** em softly, you b**hes like to f** 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, k**in' every single track the God is on They cheerin' with their pom-poms, buyin' what I got on Straight gold, find me f**in' Silver with my Long John Tom Tom, direct me to that money please Square sponge, f**in' 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**in' beast on beats, yeah, sh** is so disgustingly Amazin', b**hes out the playpen You f**in' hand askin' "how much money can I fit into this rubberband?" Hustlin', throw your a** 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**in' man, play my sh** 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 sh** man, probably thought he dissed me b**h 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 Dickens I wrote this on the sh**ter usin' toilet-paper Put your head inside the waters, and enjoy the flavor Yeah b**h! Nah Jerm, don't cut me off man! f** 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]