Mac Miller - Willie Dynamite lyrics

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
Bitches 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 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 fuck a prostitute but the head nice
Get right from here on to the next life


Relax and sip that Red Stripe
Way I spend this money
You would think I had a ex-wife
Bitches love the lead pipe, the 'Burgh
Word to Ken Rice new place every day
What I would give to just have ten nights
Yeah, right, 'bout to drop an album
Hope to blow your mind
Tryna reach a level where no
Music is put over mine

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?
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
(How about another one?) or am I wrong?

Hey it's young Macintosh
Tell you 'bout that sabotage
Travelin' through Germany
Word to David Hasselhoff
Back up off me, kill 'em softly
Bitches like to fuck 'em doggy
Prolly 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 fuckin' Silver with my Long John
Tom Tom, direct me to that money please
Square sponge, fuckin' 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 fuckin' beast on beats, yeah
Shit is so disgustingly amazin'
Bitches out the playpen
You fuck your hand, askin'
"How much money can I
Fit into this rubberband?"
Hustlin', throw your ass right
Inside a rubbish can excuse my French
That's just how I'd talk if
I was Russell Brand
Know that I'm the fuckin' man
Play my shit for three days
"All I make is hit's, 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 dissed me
Bitch, please, I just ate out Monica Lewinsky
Yeah, I taught her 'bout some slaughter
Had her cryin' 'bout her father
Then I busted in her face while she told me
"It's an honor"
Bob O'Connor, we just politickin'
Finger-lickin' on my chicken
Got a way with words, words, words
Word to Charles Dickens i wrote this on the
Shitter usin' toilet paper
Then put your head inside the
Waters, enjoy the flavor, heh

Yeah, bitch nah, Jerm, don't cut me off, man
Fuck you ha ha

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?
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?