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Correct Willie Dynamite Lyrics
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[Intro:] You're a hard man to reach, Willie Dynamite! "I wanna rap" Go right ahead [Mac Miller - Verse 1] 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 [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? [Mac Miller - Verse 2] 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! [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?
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