Letras Willie Dynamite - Mac Miller

Willie Dynamite

You’re a hard man to reach, Willie Dynamite\nI wanna rap\nGo right ahead\nThe girls ask me for that Willie D, that’s how I know they feelin' me\nIt’s simple, see, the pimpin' be what got these bitches clipped to me\nYou may be at the game, I guarantee you we in different seats\nI seen you in the nosebleeds, but where I’m at, that isn’t cheap\nIn the Benz, in a Jeep, make a million in a week\nTakin' off her clothes 'fore I begin to speak like, «Gimme cheeks»\nBeen to London, been to France, go there if you get the chance\nBeen to Amsterdam, hit the club, hell no, I didn’t dance\nRolled around a little, smoked the weed, seen the red lights\nAin’t fuck a prostitute but the head nice, get right\nFrom here on to the next life, relax and sip that Red Stripe\nWay I spend this money, you would think I had a ex-wife\nBitches love the lead pipe, the 'Burgh, word to Ken Rice\nNew place every day, what I would give to just have 10 nights\nYeah, right, 'bout to drop an album, hope to blow your mind\nTryna reach a level where no music is put over mine\nUh, the girls ask me for that Willie D\nUh, the girls ask me for that Willie D\nWhat does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?\nLive it up 'cause you don’t live that long\nOr am I wrong?\nUh, the girls ask me for that Willie D\nUh, the girls ask me for that Willie D\nWhat does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?\nLive it up 'cause you don’t live that long (How about another one?)\nOr am I wrong?\nHey\nIt’s young Macintosh, tell you 'bout that sabotage\nTravelin' through Germany, word to David Hasselhoff\nBack up off me, kill 'em softly, bitches like to fuck 'em doggy\nProlly off some molly, got me turnin' into polygons\nOn and on, DJ’s puttin' on my song\nPeople say I talk too long, killin' every single track the God is on\nThey cheerin' with their pom-poms, buyin' what I got on\nStraight gold, find me fuckin' Silver with my Long John\nTom Tom, direct me to that money please\nSquare sponge, fuckin' dumb, yeah, your grades is under C\nAnd I know, «In God we trust,» but how much do they trust in me?\nEnough to be a fuckin' beast on beats, yeah\nShit is so disgustingly amazin', bitches out the playpen\nYou fuck your hand, askin', «How much money can I fit into this rubberband?»\nHustlin', throw your ass right inside a rubbish can\nExcuse my French, that’s just how I’d talk if I was Russell Brand\nKnow that I’m the fuckin' man, play my shit for three days\n«All I make is hits, call me T-Pain!»\nSicker than if she gave me AIDS, plus some teeth decay\nThen she stole my condom, try to auction it on eBay\nTalk a little shit, man, probably thought he dissed me\nBitch, please, I just ate out Monica Lewinsky\nYeah, I taught her 'bout some slaughter, had her cryin' 'bout her father\nThen I busted in her face while she told me, «It's an honor»\nBob O’Connor, we just politickin', finger-lickin' on my chicken\nGot a way with words, words, words, word to Charles Dickens\nI wrote this on the shitter usin' toilet paper\nThen put your head inside the waters, enjoy the flavor, heh\nYeah, bitch!\nNah, Jerm, don’t cut me off, man!\nFuck you!\nHa-ha\nUh, the girls ask me for that Willie D\nUh, the girls ask me for that Willie D\nWhat does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?\nLive it up 'cause you don’t live that long\nOr am I wrong?\nUh, the girls ask me for that Willie D\nUh, the girls ask me for that Willie D\nWhat does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?\nLive it up 'cause you don’t live that long\nOr am I wrong?\nSeven women in the palm of his hand\nWillie D (Willie D)