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a$ap ant & curren$y - 3am in new orleans lyrics

[intro: a$ap ant]
uh

[verse 1: a$ap ant]
i’m ’bout to drum up for my money, like i’m dj cannon
i got a stripper b+tch, she spanish, yeah, she in atlanta
yeah, i just scored the wock’, i’m ’bout to grab a fanta
at my show it’s like a robbery, they got they hands up
my diamonds like a hockey puck, you need no 3d glasses
i’m moving like i’m ali, you can nickname me cassius
i swear to god, i glow at dark, i don’t need no flashes
i treat the audi like a potato, i’ma mash it
i need my gravy in the whip, it’s cranberry sauce
daunte culpepper, catch the pack, randy moss
paid in full, richard porter, pull up in the [?]
money like the empire building, stacking tall
[verse 2: curren$y]
diamonds on [?]
your b+tch tryna be picked from the crowd
pipe down, just a fish in the sea, i seen a hundred thou’
some are knocked down, some are passed around
og, hot feet planted on the ground
cold bottles in the studio, pistols are [?]
hit machine, cop a rollie off my last sixteen
waive the fee for my dog, that’s what’s taught to me
cautiously walk the street, clutchin’ car keys
rolls+royce parked on the corner where you can’t be
this is new orleans, g’s recognize g’s
applaud me, on the floor seats where i was last seen

- aap ant curreny lyrics

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