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WIZ KHALIFA - Pedal To The Medal Lyrics

(feat. Johnny Juliano)




Cool

Blue Ice,

Things never looked this nice



[Verse 1]

It's the life we live, it's the price we pay

400 a zip, imperial rose

Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless,

Vow to never break your heart or a promise

I got us

Ain't a show off, just being honest

You wanna sip mimosas, I'll pour em

Take a trip, we can blow a few dollars

Other bitches you heard about em

But you're moving forward and never backwards

Cop shorty a quarter, let her roll it up for practice

Love to role play, you studying to be an actress

What the haps is, I'ma call you later then I'll fall through

Maybe we can all get faded

And I'm 100, them others tryin to fake it

Self made G millionaire in the making

Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon

Ya nigga fallin off you need a replacement,

Face it

Now you drunk and your heart's racin



[Hook]

Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle

Girl you look good, you remind me of a model

Ooh yeah, yeah.. Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah

So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow

Pedal to the medal, everything full throttle

Ooh yeah, yeah.. Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah



[Verse 2]

The money come in, the money go

The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes

So I keep it G, continually stack this paper

While all them bitches chase me

Won't be a ?? safety

Bitch can't hold her self down

Then she bound to drizz out

We party in Vegas, Smokin'

Pina Colada papers

Travel the world, people know what our face is

Waitress, bringin em by the cases

For me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix

I'm talkin plane shit, that shit you have to join the gang wit

Can probably make you leave your man

For first class living, taking pictures in the sand

100 thousand dollar whips, shopping trips to Japan

So you rollin' if you know like I know

Them niggas don't go where I go

Gangsta



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

Ok

Mami, I fucks wit you borderline stuck wit you

I roll up, hit the airport and stunt wit you

Count all this bread, maybe split a cut wit you

No respect for niggas who smoke blunts wit you

All wins, No loss

Big house, mowed lawn

No lease, owned cars

Straight work, I'm my own boss



[Hook]







[Thanks to Carlos for these lyrics]
 

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