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lirik lagu willie dynamite – mac miller

“willie dynamite”

“you’re a hard man to reach, willie dynamite.
i wanna rap.
go right ahead.”

[verse 1]
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 b-tches 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 cheek
been to london, been to france, go there if you get the chance
been to amsterdam, hit the club, h-ll no i didn’t dance
rolled around a little, smoked the weed, seen the red lights
ain’t f-ck a prost-tute but the head nice, get right
from here onto the next life, relax and sip that red stripe
the way i spend this money you would think i had an ex-wife
b-tches 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 alb-m, hope to blow your mind
tryna reach a level where no music is put over mine

[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?
[repeat]

[verse 2]
it’s young macintosh, tell you bout that sabotage
travellin’ through germany, word to david h-sselhoff
back up off me, kill em softly, you b-tches like to f-ck em doggy
probably 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 f-ckin’ silver with my long john
tom tom, direct me to that money please
square sponge, f-ckin’ 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 f-ckin’ beast on beats, yeah, sh-t is so disgustingly
amazin’, b-tches out the playpen
you f-ckin’ hand askin’ “how much money can i fit into this rubberband?”
hustlin’, throw your -ss right inside a rubbish can
excuse my french, that’s just how i talk if i was russell brand
know that i’m the f-ckin’ man, play my sh-t for three days
“all i make is h-ts, 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 sh-t man, probably thought he dissed me
b-tch please, i just ate out monica lewinsky
yeah, i taught her bout some slaughter, had her cryin’ about her father
then i busted in her face while she told me it’s an honor
bob o’connor, we just politicin’, finger-lickin’ on my chicken
got a way with words, words, words, word to charles d-ckens
i wrote this on the sh-tter usin’ toilet-paper
put your head inside the waters, and enjoy the flavor

yeah b-tch!
nah jerm, 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?
[repeat]

- kumpulan lirik lagu mac miller