Willie Dynamite Lyrics & Tabs by Mac Miller
Willie Dynamite
guitar chords lyrics
[Intro:]
You're a hard man to reach, Willie Dynamite!
"I wanna rap"
Go right ahead
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
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
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 fuck 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: Mac Miller]
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 fuck 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 fuckin silver with my long John
Tom Tom, direct me to that money please
Where's funds? Fuckin dumb, get your grades
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 amazing
Bitches out the playpen, you fuck 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 fucking 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! fuck 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?
