Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 11 Hour Nap, artist - Riff Raff. Date of issue: 13.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
11 Hour Nap |
| 11 hour nap off the Actavis |
| I stumble over FedEx packages |
| It’s Ravishing Rick Rude in the matte tint |
| Black tint, blue wrist |
| Helicopter pad feels like a windstorm (snow storm) |
| I could start a snow storm with my chain and charm |
| Chocolate diamonds ducked off in my ruby rug |
| Hurricane in my blood, flash flood |
| Red carpet, kush, ashes on floor mats |
| My words, they didn’t pass, don’t think about that |
| Don’t ask me any questions, should we interact |
| Madonna does my ad-libs, you do the math |
| I should have a TV show, theme song on top |
| I don’t FaceTime, you watch screenshots |
| Damn it’s gettin' hot, I pull open the top |
| Pull up with no roof, diamonds on my tooth |
| I should have a TV show, theme song on top |
| I don’t FaceTime, you watch screenshots |
| Damn it’s gettin' hot, I pull open the top |
| Pull up with no roof, diamonds on my tooth |
| 11 hour nap off the Actavis |
| I stumble over FedEx packages |
| It’s Ravishing Rick Rude in the matte tint |
| Black tint, blue wrist |
| Helicopter pad feels like a windstorm (snow storm) |
| I could start a snow storm with my chain and charm |
| Chocolate diamonds ducked off in my ruby rug |
| Hurricane in my blood, flash flood |
| Feel like I’m rich |
| This money ain’t shit, I might buy me a bitch |
| Broke out a stick and he let it hit |
| My niggas stay lit |
| You don’t like me, most likely it’s this |
| Most likely I’m hitting his sis |
| If I ain’t hit, then I get the assist |
| A lotta hoes, I ain’t get to admit |
| Young niggas turnin' rich off Riff |
| Young niggas runnin' shit, Emmitt Smith |
| Fuckin' hoes, doin' shows, me and Riff |
| On the road, every mission I mix |
| Couple you niggas got clipped |
| Wasn’t on shit from the get |
| Be like this as I step on the fence |
| Broke niggas, they stay on the bench |
| 11 hour nap off the Actavis |
| I stumble over FedEx packages |
| It’s Ravishing Rick Rude in the matte tint |
| Black tint, blue wrist |
| Helicopter pad feels like a windstorm (snow storm) |
| I could start a snow storm with my chain and charm |
| Chocolate diamonds ducked off in my ruby rug |
| Hurricane in my blood, flash flood |
| Oh check the time on the bust down |
| Bad bitch, super thick, she’s from uptown |
| Oh, all she wanna do is go up |
| Uh, pop pills, smoke and drank 'til she throw up |
| They done got me started |
| So much ice, jewelry game so retarted |
| Shawty sayin' she can’t take no more of the D |
| I told her, «You gotta finish what you started» |
| Big ol' diamonds in my ear, I could barely hear |
| VIP, they seen them bottles, bet they comin' over here |
| If they ain’t a 9 or a dime, I don’t want 'em there |
| Pints of the Actavis, you know I’m poppin' pills |
| 11 hour nap off the Actavis |
| I stumble over FedEx packages |
| It’s Ravishing Rick Rude in the matte tint |
| Black tint, blue wrist |
| Helicopter pad feels like a windstorm (snow storm) |
| I could start a snow storm with my chain and charm |
| Chocolate diamonds ducked off in my ruby rug |
| Hurricane in my blood, flash flood |