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Let Them Talk (feat. Pr33ch)
by H.I.M, the Sage
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Ch Ch Pow!
Ch Ch Pow!
Ch Ch Pow!
Ch Ch Pow!
Let them talk, i ain't really with it
Say im too proud say i feel conceited
See that bag, know I'm gon get it
Made those moves yeah they know i did it
With my crew, and you know we winning
Rather take a loss than to not be living
Counting like a boss, bitch i make decisions
Calculating steps, yeah i move precision
Coupe too fast and you know I'm driven
Sage gon pop its a fact it's given
Cop some shares then i get dividends
I dont make noise keep my lifestyle hidden
Got a shorty she a fan
I don't worry I'm the man
Pop some molly let her dance
Let her hurry to the van
4pm we was running from the popo
Popped some seals and it got us moving slo mo
Smoking (?) i ain't mean it no homo
Hit me in the nuts aw baby that's a low blow
In my head can't get in its a no go
Got my bread already i don't show though
Do it myself i can get it nigga solo
Karate chop you can find me at the Dojo
Find me in the studio cooking up heat
Dawg like kujo, look at my teeth
Walls too tight yeah my shawty got grip
Fit look right nigga look at my drip
Simple night, yeah I'm smoking that shit
Nigga wan fight I'm reloading that clip
Losing my sight yeah the more that i sip
I don't live right, i just hit it then dip
33, H-I
33, H-I
33, H-I
33, 33
Wake up in the morning hit the joint and relax
Morning dump like greatness hit the booth and relapse
Yeah you know I got a fakes list
Pussy lie on they taste buds
Must be high on they hate cause they tryna push me back
But I ball them like 8 ball
And I pull them before they fall
Got your girl going off like a waterfall
Like the raps cooking up with a lot of sauce
I pause to find the possible outcome
To make you wanna ask all my niggas how come
How what?
Why you on my face like talcum?
Why you on your x like Malcolm?
Like a Honda I end the discussion
Never see me real life, i be online
Get right to the bag i ain't wasting no time
Focused on a vision yeah a nigga gon shine
Yeah my shorty she a ten, man I'm talking bout dimes
I heard they talking shit, where they at now
Making that noise motherfucker pipe down
H.I.M the SAGE be the hardest in town
Now Give em a lil something they can talk about now
Bitch
Ch Ch Pow!
Ch Ch Pow!
Ch Ch Pow!
Ch Ch Pow!
Let them talk, i ain't really with it
Say im too proud say i feel conceited
See that bag, know I'm gon get it
Made those moves yeah they know i did it
With my crew, and you know we winning
Rather take a loss than to not be living
Counting like a boss, bitch i make decisions
Calculating steps, yeah i move precision
Coupe too fast and you know I'm driven
Sage gon pop its a fact it's given
Cop some shares then i get dividends
I dont make noise keep my lifestyle hidden
Got a shorty she a fan
I don't worry I'm the man
Pop some molly let her dance
Let her hurry to the van
4pm we was running from the popo
Popped some seals and it got us moving slo mo
Smoking (?) i ain't mean it no homo
Hit me in the nuts aw baby that's a low blow
In my head can't get in its a no go
Got my bread already i don't show though
Do it myself i can get it nigga solo
Karate chop you can find me at the Dojo
Find me in the studio cooking up heat
Dawg like kujo, look at my teeth
Walls too tight yeah my shawty got grip
Fit look right nigga look at my drip
Simple night, yeah I'm smoking that shit
Nigga wan fight I'm reloading that clip
Losing my sight yeah the more that i sip
I don't live right, i just hit it then dip
33, H-I
33, H-I
33, H-I
33, 33
Wake up in the morning hit the joint and relax
Morning dump like greatness hit the booth and relapse
Yeah you know I got a fakes list
Pussy lie on they taste buds
Must be high on they hate cause they tryna push me back
But I ball them like 8 ball
And I pull them before they fall
Got your girl going off like a waterfall
Like the raps cooking up with a lot of sauce
I pause to find the possible outcome
To make you wanna ask all my niggas how come
How what?
Why you on my face like talcum?
Why you on your x like Malcolm?
Like a Honda I end the discussion
Never see me real life, i be online
Get right to the bag i ain't wasting no time
Focused on a vision yeah a nigga gon shine
Yeah my shorty she a ten, man I'm talking bout dimes
I heard they talking shit, where they at now
Making that noise motherfucker pipe down
H.I.M the SAGE be the hardest in town
Now Give em a lil something they can talk about now
Bitch
