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chris miles - headbang lyrics

this gonna make your head bang
make them think you’re insane
spin the floor, we take a sip
now lean back, just break your neck

this gonna make your head bang
this gonna make your head bang
this gonna make your head bang
you make that, you insane

headbang, sick of my mind, one of a kind
i kill it with every rhyme and i’m insane
never live in a lie, give me some time
and i’ll pick at the top
i’m like stop, boy, let’s get it going
that base break, you’re cali born
fine flow on all my foes and i stay flier than ufo’s
man, who would know? n-body better
h-llo, your circle full of squares like ego, lego
i’m ready to get it, you better be ready to hear it
i’m a lyrical serial killer, really been a menace since i came through
and i shut it down, every verse, man, i lay it down
mess around, you haters clowns, i’m the illest that so let’s get it now
you be working 9 to 5, talking about i’m a lie
little hater, check your pockets
stopping in and out so when you try to do it big like south club ‘
the hottest acting, you’re ‘ the commas, watch out, we be chopping, head banging
you dying, i end it like mayans, my mind is a weapon
i won’t never stop till my life will be grand
man, i never set in silence, i’mma get it here
every single second of the day i’mma kill it, i’m the realest
i’m fiction, i hit on the kills with the sickest partic-p-nts stealing your misses
this is something up in your head too sick
few of my broads went to med school, bless you
every single goal i’mma reach, that young -ss can’t get bread like street rats

this gonna make your head bang
make them think you’re insane
spin the floor, we take a sip
now lean back, just break your neck

this gonna make your head bang
this gonna make your head bang
this gonna make your head bang
you make that, you insane

you a rock star going head bang, quit smoking my membrane
rap is scared of my pain game, y’all spit flames, i ricochet
popping that grand and the molly i roll
making that rain when she grinding my pole
baddest around but you already know, deal on the table, i’m ready to blow
went from a record to a f-cking bus
taking shots for my prow, what’s the battle cost?
sick in the mind, can’t get a flow here, look at the time, we gotta go
louis vuitton’s on my old sh-t, take it to hoes, it’s hypnosis
sipping on a bottle in the black in the back and the whip
and i’m bagging it, b-tch
clippers sent me at it with a mac and you mad that your click is a f-ck to the trips
homie ’bout a ‘tearing it too much and get it done
baby got a ‘ off that i met a man with a bong
go ahead and have it, you want it, i have it, i work it, i hustle away
go over seconds and go over here, few more seconds then blow out a brick
went and got what y’all waiting for, what you thinking i pay for?
cake piles i’ll make more your trips ‘ are next, boy

this gonna make your head bang
make them think you’re insane
spin the floor, we take a sip
now lean back, just break your neck

this gonna make your head bang
this gonna make your head bang
this gonna make your head bang
you make that, you insane

- chris miles lyrics

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