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"Pedal to the Metal" is a track by Wiz Khalifa, from the album Kush & Orange Juice, released 14th April 2010. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] Cool Blue ice Things never looked this nice [Verse 1] It's the life we live, it's the price we pay Four hundred a zip, Imperial Rosé Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless Vow to never break your heart or a promise I got us Ain't a showoff, 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 one hundred, them others tryin' to fake it Self made G, millionaire in the making Boss of my team, bringin' home the bacon Your nigga fallin' off, you need a replacement Face it, now you drunk and your heart's racing [Chorus] Let me buy you a drink, better yet, a bottle Girl, you look good, you remind me of a model Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow Pedal to the metal, everything full throttle Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, 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 net for your safety Bitch can't hold her self down Then she bound to drizzown 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 with Can probably make you leave your man For first class living, taking pictures in the sand Hundred-thousand-dollar whips, shopping trips to Japan So you rollin' if you know like I know Them niggas don't go where I go Gangster [Chorus] Let me buy you a drink, better yet, a bottle Girl, you look good, you remind me of a model Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Blue ice) So it's off to the crib, girly gon' follow Pedal to the metal, everything full throttle Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, uh) [Verse 3] Okay, mami, I fucks with you, borderline stuck with you I roll up, hit the airport, and stunt with you Count all this bread, maybe split a cut with you No respect for niggas who smoke blunts with you All wins, no loss Big house, mowed lawn No lease, owned cars Straight work, I'm my own boss [Chorus] Let me buy you a drink, better yet, a bottle Girl, you look good, you remind me of a model (Ooh) Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, 501, yo) So it's off to the crib, girly gon' follow Pedal to the metal, everything full throttle (Better get rid of them fucking geeks you with) Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Fly with the gang, uh) [Outro] Yeah, pain and paper planes Uh, should never be the same Bitches slippin' off they wedding ring Niggas broke 'cause we've been gettin' all the change
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