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bc jroc - pick up the pace lyrics

[intro]
(only1frenzy)

[chorus]
pick up the pace, all of this money keep comin’ in, takin’ up sp+ce
i won’t talk behind your back, i’ma say it to your face
b+tch, i’m tied with the mob and it came with the lace
all these flowers in the spot, we need us a vase
got your b+tch at the spot, tryna paint on her face
get the plug, take him down, put him straight on a plate
hit that ho in the car, we can’t go on no date
i’m sayin’ my grace, got the bl!ck in the whip, it’s gon’ spray like some mace
tryna save that ho, boy, we gon’ get you a cape
i eat beef on the regular, i need me a steak
in the grass ’cause you know that i gotta get paid
i can’t lie, i seen so many dogs turn to snakes
when you chasin’ that money, you gotta just wait
you can’t worry ’bout the next man, this sh+t ain’t a race

[verse]
boy, you ain’t got no paper, just stay in your place
if them folks hit the light, then we goin’ on a chase
fell in love with the money after i got my first taste
i know you was sleep, now i hope you awake
paid the lawyer two hundred, he beatin’ the case
pooh shiesty mask, it’s gon’ cover my face
and that 357 ain’t leavin’ a trace
drinkin’ real heavy, i need me a case
if she get out of line, then she gettin’ replaced
demon, he with me, you know that my ace
if you play with lil’ bro, we gon’ come where you stay
i heard the opps steady lookin’ my way
so it’s time to speak up, heard you b+tch n+ggas g+y
bananas for monkeys, he think he a ape
once they catch that lil’ boy, they gon’ shoot at his face
fill him with lead, now he gettin’ erased
boy, it’s trainin’ day and you actin’ like jake
i press the b+tton, you cannot escape
once i’m sendin’ the blitz, it’s gon’ come every way
run to the money like this a relay
and two hundred my dash, n+gga, that’s c8
you can tell from the pipes, n+gga, that’s a v8
and it’s straight off the lot, you can’t even see the plate
[chorus]
pick up the pace, all of this money keep comin’ in, takin’ up sp+ce
i won’t talk behind your back, i’ma say it to your face
b+tch, i’m tied with the mob and it came with the lace
all these flowers in the spot, we need us a vase
got your b+tch at the spot, tryna paint on her face
get the plug, take him down, put him straight on a plate
hit that ho in the car, we can’t go on no date
i’m sayin’ my grace, got the bl!ck in the whip, it’s gon’ spray like some mace
tryna save that ho, boy, we gon’ get you a cape
i eat beef on the regular, i need me a steak
in the grass ’cause you know that i gotta get paid
i can’t lie, i seen so many dogs turn to snakes
when you chasin’ that money, you gotta just wait
you can’t worry ’bout the next man, this sh+t ain’t a race

- bc jroc lyrics

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