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handel ulysse - choir (feat. godinho) lyrics

[verse 1: hu]

no cuss words but i’ll spit verbs and i’ll split through your girl
flying in her, like it’s my world, after all i spit it like a razor
do it quick and then see you later
if we get caught well then you can blame her
she don’t wanna be saved don’t save her
perpetuating through the savior
well constructed like an anchor
super+saiyan misbehavior
don’t test me that’s a disfavor
if she’s hairy then we’ll have to shave her
curry mixtape. curry flavor
enlightenment we’re doing you favors
take notes and thank me later, yo
i ride for my brothers
i ride for my sisters
no evil shall hit us, i live for the spirits, in tune with my emotions
i evolve for the realest
will touched me, now i’m willing
stay directed like a pillar, always full no need fulfilling
kicked back and i’m just chilling
mid range and i’m just hitting
fully loaded to the ceiling, give your best and i’m still winning

[verse 2: godinho]
he still winning, og5 we on the comeup
we on the way about to bring all our money up
og5 you know i am repping for the team
never stop, always grind, this is grand scheme
pull up to the scene while i’m floating on the clouds
man this life feels like a dream as i bow to the crowd
rapping in an attic, feel erratic with these tactics
drastic rap, leaves you fanatic, all the haters hear is static
addict, addicted to the magic, makes you feel so ecstatic
stuck in traffic, rapping fast i feel so asthmatic
when it comes to this stuff, i am manic in a panic
frenzied trying to feel organic, all you others so mechanic
leave you in the oceanic, bars so hot like volcanic
the magma ate through the titanic yo
we gonna make it out i promise to every single one of you
out the hood, out the slums until we have a nice view
up in cali, miami, maybe european whammies
just tryna break some cheese for all my family in the slums
cause this grind ain’t fun, my heart sounds like this, bear drums
enough of this bread crumbs
soon you gon eat furry food under the freaking sun, yo
fancy food i meant but whatever, we’ll keep it rolling

- handel ulysse lyrics

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