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doss the artist – shapeshift the whip lyrics

[intro]
i come and go, was waiting for, the world to end
(let’s get it on, yeah!)
now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend
(hold up)

[refrain]
shapeshift the whip (hold that)
shapeshift the whip (yeah)
shapeshift the whip (spazz on you f-ckers mane)
shapeshift the whip (doss the artist on ’em)
shapeshift the whip
shapeshift the whip (yeah, f-cking awesome)

[verse 1: doss the artist]
and my whip, know it’s mean as sh-t
so mean and ridic’, motor city b-tch
let the top strip show city t-ts
paint dripping like it’s water
floating like i’m chosen, swerving
push the pedal down to the ocean floor then let’s go (let’s go)
black man in the future on the road i’m flying
got something twisted guaranteed to get you higher (don’t care)
don’t care, so no chauffeur, no sir
bad b-tches are my designated drivers, alright

[hook: greenlee and doss the artist]
when my drop tops flyin’
i will not stop ridin’
i’m looking for them haters, where they at stop hidin’
n-gg-s going hate but the hoes don’t like you
flying through the city on some bold -ss license
yeah, and i’m spazzing on you fakers, smell me later
b-tch i’m trying to get mine i’m on my 9lives
higher than the ceiling when i’m pushing whips and limo tinted windows on the side, a moment let’s ride

[verse 2: doss the artist]
rollin’, rollin’ ain’t no telling what i’m holdin’
engine going hammer speed girls is going “jordan back”
[?] full of women
’bout to fit 4 in the back, 3 if you fat
now alright, it’s me in the front, hand on the pump
clutching the wheel, p-ssing the piff d-mn if i stunt
audible gunk, yelling peace to you punks
soon as i pull up at the party your b-tch asked can she come and i said “yeah, sure, hop in”

[verse 3: greenlee]
mr. plymouth, rock again, lock him in, rock with him
it’ll save you n-gg-s some time like the cotton gin
boy i’m ’bout the hottest with vowels and consonants
constantly sh-tting on the part of my [?]
compliments to [?] this is what i owe y’all
nuts so, n-gg-s tried to play your boy with no ball
i go hard like rigor mortis setting in
tell a girl to tell a friend “i am too intelligent”
wait, edit quick that was too benevolent
shoutout all the local rappers who used to be relevant
never been a moment where i felt out of my element
except for elementary cause i was on some clever sh-t
don’t think it’s ever been a pre-established precedent
a n-gg- balling this hard shoutout to my letterman
swag terminally ill, why try medicine?
and i’m more connected then [?]

[outro: greenlee and doss the artist]
boy, cause i spazz on you n-gg-s man
spazz on you n-gg-s man
cause i spazz on you n-gg-s man
i west side spazz on you n-gg-s man (right)
doss the artist on ’em, greenlee, you’re a beast n-gg- yeah, yeah

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