[Intro]
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You're a hard man to reach, Willie Dynamite!
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"I wanna rap"
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Go right ahead
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[Mac Miller - Verse 1]
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Girls ask me for that Willie D
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That's how I know they feeling me
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It's simple see, the pimping be
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What got these bitches clipped to me
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You maybe at the game, I guarantee you, we in different seats
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I seen you in the nosebleeds, but where I'm at, that isn't cheap
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In the Benz, in a Jeep, make a million in a week
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Taking off her clothes 'fore I begin to speak like gimme cheeks
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Been to London, been to France, go there if you get the chance
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Been to Amsterdam, hit the club, hell no I didn't dance
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Rolled around a little, smoked the weed, seen the red lights
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Ain't f-ck a prostitute but the head nice, get right
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From here on to the next life, relax and sip that Red Stripe
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The way I spend this money you would think I had an ex-wife
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Bitches love the lead pipe, the 'Burgh word to Ken Rice
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New place every day, what I would give to just have 10 nights
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Yeah right, 'bout to drop an album, hope to blow your mind
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Tryna reach a level where no music is put over mine
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[Hook x2]
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Girls ask me for that Willie D
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Girls ask me for that Willie D
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What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?
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Live it up cause you don't live that long
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Or am I wrong?
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[Mac Miller - Verse 2]
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It's young Macintosh, tell you bout that sabotage
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Travelling through Germany, word to David Hasselhoff
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Back and forth, kill 'em softly
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Bitches like to f-ck em doggy
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Probably off some Molly got me turning into polygons
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On and on, DJs putting on my song
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People say I talk too long
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Killing every single track, the God is on
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They cheering with their pom-poms, buying what I got on
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Straight gold, find me f-ckin silver with my long John
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Tom Tom, direct me to that money please
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Where's funds? F-ckin dumb, get your grades
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And I know in God we trust, but how much do they trust in me?
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Enough to be a f-ckin beast on beats, yeah
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Shit is so disgustingly amazing
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Bitches out the playpen, you f-ck your hand asking
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"how much money can I fit into this rubberband?"
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Hustling, throw your ass right inside a garbage can
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Excuse my French, that's just how I talk if I was Russell Brand
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Know that I'm the f-cking man
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Play my shit for three days
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"All I make is hits, call me T-Pain!"
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Sicker than if she gave me AIDS, plus some teeth decay
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Then she stole my condom, try to auction it on Ebay
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Talk a little shit man, probably thought he diss me
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Bitch please, I just ate out Monica Lewinsky
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Yeah, I've taught her about some
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Had her crying about her father
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Then I busted in her face while she told me it's an honor
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We just politickin, finger-licking on my chicken
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Got a way with words, words, words
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Word to Charles Dickens
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I wrote this on the shitter using toilet-paper
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Put your head inside the water, enjoy the flavor
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Yeah bitch, you know how I drive
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Don't cut me off man! f-ck you!
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[Hook]
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(Uh) The girls ask me for that Willie D
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(Uh) The girls ask me for that Willie D
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What does it mean to keep your pimp hand strong?
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Live it up cause you don't live that long
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Or am I wrong?
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Willie Dynamite
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Mac Miller |