โหลดเพลง mp3 Pedal To The Medal - Wiz Khalifa

Pedal to The Medal - Wiz Khalifa (维兹·卡利法)/Johnny Juliano
Cool blue eyes

Things never look this nice

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 b**ches 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 ni**a fallin' off you need a replacement

Face it
Let me buy you a drink better yet a bottle
Girl you look good you remind me of a model
Oh yeah yeah
Blue eyes

Yeah yeah yeah

So we off to the crib girly gon' follow
Pedal to the medal everything full throttle
Oh yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

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 b**ches chase me
Won't be a never your safety
B*tch 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 sh*t
That sh*t 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
Gangster
Let me buy you a drink better yet a bottle
Girl you look good you remind me of a model
Oh yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

So we off to the crib girly gon' follow
Pedal to the medal everything full throttle
Oh yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Mami I f**ks 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
On my own bars
Let me buy you a drink better yet a bottle
Girl you look good you remind me of a model
Oh yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah
Five o one yawn
So we off to the crib girly gon' follow
Pedal to the medal everything full throttle
Oh yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah
Fly with the gang ahh

Flying the paper planes

Oh she never be the same

It's just something that went array
Niggas broke
'Cause we link it all the change

Fool