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