Willie Dynamite Lyrics - I Love Life, Thank You -mixtape - Mac Miller

[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 

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? 

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[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 

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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?