Boca* lyrics

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[Chorus: Matt]
Just to fix your swag, I'ma need a diploma
Getting sick to your stomach, need to put down the soda
I'll switch the language so you get it, gotta shut your boca
Ask me if I love the kid, I hardly know her

[Verse 1: Chris]
Open your boca, put it on my balls, b*tch
Shopping sprees at the mall, b*tch
Stand on my money, I'm tall, b*tch
Diss me, then we gonna brawl, b*tch
Matt, you a pus*y ass ho
Get to the money then I'm out the door
Like I'm Flo Rida, everybody get low (Low, low, low)
Like I'm Lamar, I'm stuck in my glow
Balenciaga boots but I'm not in the snow
All around the world and I'm selling out shows
Touch down in Boston, link up with Nate Doe
b*tch, you're not my friend, you just a foe (Foe, foe, foe)

[Verse 2: Matt]
That shopping spree was a leap
You must've forgot you cheap
Out of all of us, you the black sheep
Stop talking 'bout that Jeep
Onе bar took a hunnid years, bro got me falling asleep
Hear thе sh*t you weep, the climb to me is steep
Like I said, stop talking 'bout that Jeep
You ain't never gettin' that Trackhawk
So chill out with me with all that back talk
You a little pup, I'm an attack dog
You act hard but you're mad soft
Don't make me take that mask off
[Chorus: Matt]
Just to fix your swag, I'ma need a diploma
Getting s—