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Aiight Video (MV)




Performed By: Icewear Vezzo
Featuring: Peezy
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Chivez Smith, Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks




Icewear Vezzo - Aiight Lyrics
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[ Featuring Peezy ]

Phew, phew (Daturna, where you at?)
Phew, phew, phew
(Dante, you snapped on this one)
(Gentle Beatz)
Hmm, phew, hmm, yeah

Gotta glass the pots (yeah), fill my hands with rocks (yeah)
Spendin' cash on Glocks, huh, puttin' tags on opps (bitch)
Spendin' bands on wap (the f*ck?), forty grand on watch (what?)
Don't be payin' for twat, damn, what an ass you got (uh-huh)
Lot of ice on food (flood), got lot of ice and drugs (drugs)
Buy the pints from cuz (cuz), nigga price don't bust (bust)
Spend the pros on clothes (yeah), spendin' bows on lows ('bows)
I'm on a nine year run, nigga, every night count hundreds (them racks)
You could tell I'm dummy (bitch), yeah, I smell like money (bitch)
Play up cards right, you might get your hands on somethin', huh (somethin')
Never tell on nothin' (never), left the jail, more bust (for real)
All I know is get chilly, I just made a sell, four onions (I love you)
We exposed your type (we do), can't control my type (uh-uh)
Went and froze my wife, keep a pole on sight (fah, fah)
I like rose and white (phew, rose), I like gold that's ice (phew)
Half these niggas be hoes and these hoes be trife (yeah, bitch)

Got a check, alright, really flex, alright, huh
We gon' step, alright, huh, make a mess, alright
We the streets, alright, you niggas sweet, alright
Really eat, alright, bitch, I'm geeked, alright
Got a check, alright, really flex, alright, huh
We gon' step, alright, huh, make a mess, alright
We the streets, alright, you niggas sweet, alright (yeah)
Really eat, alright, bitch, I'm geeked, alright (it's Peezy)

I really got a check, your nigga's sick, he need a check up (yeah)
Really out here ballin', boys losin', need to check up (you niggas check up)
I been grindin' thirty days straight, I need a haircut (let's go)
Got a quarter million dollars on me, not just from a neck up (ooh-wee)
Maybach trucks and Wagons when they scoop me from the airport (yeah)
When you up like this, it really ain't too much to care for (f*ck it)
Forty-five for the Ricky boots, I might just wear once (uh-huh)
Buy another pair, I treat these bitches just like Air Ones (yeah)
I wake up just to chase the paper, everyday a payday (everyday a payday)
Just might throw some Carti's on and do the blade, I'm from the Great Lakes (bossed up)
This ain't no watch, this bitch a timepiece, a platinum Day-Day (yeah)
This ain't no car, this bitch a shark on land with blue and gray paint (ooh)
Can't f*ck with us, we in a different league, stay in your place, alright (alright)
Just left up out the jeweler, brand new links, them bitches spray with ice (with ice)
We back-to-back, a million out in traffic, it's just me and Ice (me and Ice)
F*cked up the city, we the reason why these niggas drinkin' pints, bitch

Got a check, alright, really flex, alright, huh
We gon' step, alright, huh, make a mess, alright
We the streets, alright, you niggas sweet, alright
Really eat, alright, bitch, I'm geeked, alright
Got a check, alright, really flex, alright, huh
We gon' step, alright, huh, make a mess, alright
We the streets, alright, you niggas sweet, alright
Really eat, alright, bitch, I'm geeked, alright
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English

Phew, phew (Daturna, where you at?)
Phew, phew, phew
(Dante, you snapped on this one)
(Gentle Beatz)
Hmm, phew, hmm, yeah

Gotta glass the pots (yeah), fill my hands with rocks (yeah)
Spendin' cash on Glocks, huh, puttin' tags on opps (bitch)
Spendin' bands on wap (the f*ck?), forty grand on watch (what?)
Don't be payin' for twat, damn, what an ass you got (uh-huh)
Lot of ice on food (flood), got lot of ice and drugs (drugs)
Buy the pints from cuz (cuz), nigga price don't bust (bust)
Spend the pros on clothes (yeah), spendin' bows on lows ('bows)
I'm on a nine year run, nigga, every night count hundreds (them racks)
You could tell I'm dummy (bitch), yeah, I smell like money (bitch)
Play up cards right, you might get your hands on somethin', huh (somethin')
Never tell on nothin' (never), left the jail, more bust (for real)
All I know is get chilly, I just made a sell, four onions (I love you)
We exposed your type (we do), can't control my type (uh-uh)
Went and froze my wife, keep a pole on sight (fah, fah)
I like rose and white (phew, rose), I like gold that's ice (phew)
Half these niggas be hoes and these hoes be trife (yeah, bitch)

Got a check, alright, really flex, alright, huh
We gon' step, alright, huh, make a mess, alright
We the streets, alright, you niggas sweet, alright
Really eat, alright, bitch, I'm geeked, alright
Got a check, alright, really flex, alright, huh
We gon' step, alright, huh, make a mess, alright
We the streets, alright, you niggas sweet, alright (yeah)
Really eat, alright, bitch, I'm geeked, alright (it's Peezy)

I really got a check, your nigga's sick, he need a check up (yeah)
Really out here ballin', boys losin', need to check up (you niggas check up)
I been grindin' thirty days straight, I need a haircut (let's go)
Got a quarter million dollars on me, not just from a neck up (ooh-wee)
Maybach trucks and Wagons when they scoop me from the airport (yeah)
When you up like this, it really ain't too much to care for (f*ck it)
Forty-five for the Ricky boots, I might just wear once (uh-huh)
Buy another pair, I treat these bitches just like Air Ones (yeah)
I wake up just to chase the paper, everyday a payday (everyday a payday)
Just might throw some Carti's on and do the blade, I'm from the Great Lakes (bossed up)
This ain't no watch, this bitch a timepiece, a platinum Day-Day (yeah)
This ain't no car, this bitch a shark on land with blue and gray paint (ooh)
Can't f*ck with us, we in a different league, stay in your place, alright (alright)
Just left up out the jeweler, brand new links, them bitches spray with ice (with ice)
We back-to-back, a million out in traffic, it's just me and Ice (me and Ice)
F*cked up the city, we the reason why these niggas drinkin' pints, bitch

Got a check, alright, really flex, alright, huh
We gon' step, alright, huh, make a mess, alright
We the streets, alright, you niggas sweet, alright
Really eat, alright, bitch, I'm geeked, alright
Got a check, alright, really flex, alright, huh
We gon' step, alright, huh, make a mess, alright
We the streets, alright, you niggas sweet, alright
Really eat, alright, bitch, I'm geeked, alright
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Writer: Chivez Smith, Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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