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Elliot]
Ooooh yes I want to splurge with ya credit cards
Let me drive your cars all up and down the boulevard
ain't feelin talk playa, go and play ya

Cop That Shit

DJ Food

Now, Listen Again!

2007

straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Missy Elliot]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and
COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Missy Elliot]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and
COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

on Richard Milli I look richer by the day
Hop in a batmobile got me feeling like Bruce Wayne, yeah
Swallow the perk, I'm about to go insane, yeah
Two-tone

Gon' girl, do your thing, I ain't mad

Girl, put it in my face (oh), put in my face, put in my face (oh), put it
Girl, put it in my face (oh), put

straight out of Virginia

[Chorus: Missy Elliot]
DJ's in the mix shows you better go to the record store and
COP THAT SHIT! (Oh Lord)

story, gotta clear it by your daddy, yeah (yeah, yeah)
FBG, YSL, what's hannenin'? (What's hannenin'?)
Richard Mille, all this year, nigga, what's

Now, let's get it, everybody join in
HEY
Yup, feel it in your soul when you drop it real low
Let your body move like you've got no control
Missy Elliot

Franklin got caught cursin' his set up
I thought God was gon' pull up on him and pull his tongue out (amen)
"I'll put my foot in your ass, bitch ass nigga"

suicide's on a brand new wraith
(Whoa)
All these diamonds in this richard millie' hard to see the face
(You can't see it)
Every beat a nigga body' I should

the safe, got a meal on my plate, put a mil' in your face, my nigga (my nigga)
Eighty mil' mind state, Richard Mille, I got taste, and I flooded out

saw
I jammed the barrel under her chin
And her face looked raw and vicious
Her head it landed in the sink
With all the dirty dishes
Her little daughter

speaking by chance
I was stuck up in the trenches
Education was a luxury
Running streets at age thirteen
Time flight, it is so funny

Richard Mille

a waterfall on the sheets (hey)
Paintings on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by the week 
Bring my flame to the street
Fuck her in the throat
Keep

Comin' Round

Bubba Sparxxx

Deliverance

2003

your reflection

[Chorus] - 2X

[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
There is no king for the throne I seat
All by myself, so alone I leap
For the young boy, daddy

no apology
And so I'll just call you Richard, 'cause you're such a Dick to me

You're down on your knees, but not in meditation
Got your hands folded

to D'Elliot
He the one who put me on the whole Herbo thing
Spittin' verbs, switchin' schemes
It's kool-aid in my cup so you can miss me with the lean
And like

O'Malley's Bar

Nick Cave

Murder Ballads

1996

I panted like a pup
I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes
And her husband stupidly stood up 

As he screamed, "You are an evil man"
And I paused

Wild Wild West

Gunna

Father of 4

2019

time it come off)
Baguettes in the face got my time hella off (time hella off)
Headed from the South to the North (North)
Gunna worldwide, I be

the location
I juug juug juug till I’m considered your favourite
And God willing I’m gon’ dance in the face of my pagans
When I shine, I swear it rubs niggas

Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (by Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lit the hotel room up, white ashes

to take a different route 

my Richard mille days 

On the way no doubts 

Tell em get up out the way 

Or my bro’s up in your house 

Fuck these hoes Get

in the gas stations, in the CVSs, gettin' gifies
Yeah, and if you really my nigga
Word to mother, we gon' split it fifty-fifty
Yeah, they call me

Mr. D.J.

Missy Elliott

Da Real World [Australia Bonus Track]

1999

for you

[Missy]
You say your a baller
Cause you up in the club, faking like you got dough, with your dollars
To my peoples with me money let me