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jay intense - blunt music lyrics

[intro: jay intense]
oh what’s up, boy
this your motherf-cking blunt music
this your motherf-cking blunt music

[verse 1: jay intense]
i’m getting c-cky, end up sounding like some trump music
girl, if you got a fatty while utterly drunk use it
all the dumb users never take a computer
and try to do what they want to, so then they become useless
i swear it’s every kid in my town
in every city around
but i like the titties around
they just be keeping me down
i shouldn’t even complain
so why do i do it so frequently?
there’s not much on my plate
wait, stay
with me right here
i know you really trynna mothef-cking fight nearly
all the problems that you motherf-cking have feared
well if you’re really bugging, you can stay right here
i’m right here for you
(woo!)
no rips on the denim
get stuck to me one to three weeks like you henna
and i could really tell that you be independent
depending on the money, we could fly to vienna
but that be in a minute first i gotta get rich
but i would never think to put you under no b-tch
unless we at the crib, then it’s boutta get lit
but for right now girl, we could chill like this
and it’s dope
let’s get another smoke
here we go, (honestly…)

[chorus: jay intense]
oh what’s up, boy
this your motherf-cking blunt music
this your motherf-cking blunt music
this your motherf-cking blunt music

[verse 2: jay intense]
this beat about to really take me to a higher level
women can reach the b-ss, but n-gg-s cannot reach the trebel
my brothers out here making noise, they trynna be some rebels
but i can’t front man
to confront me you must beat some levels
boy you better know who you talking to
yeah i’m being so serious, keep em comments too
they can’t hurt me
you sound salty
why you thirsty?
leave at mercy
lord forgive me, forgive me, i might sin
cuz all these motherf-ckers wanna get by some lightning
oh sh-t
i’m really boutta f-cking go in
yeah we at the philmore, shout my n-gg- phil
thank you to the man cuz he trynna keep it real
f-ck the profits, f-ck the money (aye!)
they trynna make us slaves, i’m honest, sh-t ain’t funny
we really boutta pop it off and make it big
i hear that comes with naked chicks
i hear that comes with paper gifts
sh-t
boutta buy a brand new crib
motherf-ckers trynna get a sound like this
but they can never touch it
when i’m out public act like i’m private
never keep it silent
only keep it loud
but when mom around
gotta hide that sh-t, she think i’m clown
what goes around it comes around
i’m coming down, but blowing up
in the town we blowing up
chief keef theme, glowing up
motherf-ckers know we growing up
now we all grown up
aye!

[chorus: jay intense]
oh what’s up, boy
this your motherf-cking blunt music
this your motherf-cking blunt music
this your motherf-cking blunt music

[verse 3: mike mav]
i’m blacking cause n-gg-s nap
on the hobby rapping iconoclastic
mammoth in the room leaving b-st-rds ravished
no savage sh-t
yet i break necks with fits
copped some grail yohjis but i need rick owens runners prove i’m running sh-t
like right kid?
anyways, took a break for like a whole year
have commencement in due time i gotta work towards a career
trynna make this b-tch life throw the cake and cream for me
but on some real sh-t i’m not willy wonka living in a dream
see i’m a tough cookie bruh
cause ain’t sh-t sweet
these punks are softer than the motherf-cking sh-t they eat
some smoke the blunts of broccoli so they can cope misery
but me i mick mack and me mool and have the mogies
these verses explicit like (bleep)
i hope that yall can keep up
a reflection of my complexion, guess that i’m a conundrum
man, i’m just having fun with this
but don’t get it twisted, the second plan works out
i’m touching millions…
boy…

[outro: jay intense]
oh what’s up, boy
this your motherf-cking blunt music
(i don’t even smoke weed anymore)
this your motherf-cking blunt music
i’m getting c-cky, end up sounding like some drunk music
this your motherf-cking blunt music

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