Jackson Breit - 679 & No Diggity lyrics
[Jackson Breit - 679 & No Diggity lyrics]
Yeah
Baby girl, you're so damn fine, though
Wanna know if I could hit it from behind
Though
I'm sippin' on you like some fine wine
Though
When it's over, I press rewind, though
Talkin' bands, I got it
Benjamins in my pocket
I traded in my Trues for some Robins
Then he's playing Batman
Fetty's gon' rob him (yeah)
I got the Glock in my 'Rari
Seventeen shots, no 38
Yeah, I got the Glock in my 'Rari
Seventeen shots, no 38
Yeah, she's fine wonder when she'll be mine
Walk past, I press rewind
See that ass one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never act wild
Very lowkey on the profile
Catching feelings is a no
Let me show you how it goes
Herb's the word, spin's the verb
Lovers it curves, freak what you heard
I like the way you work it (No Diggity)
I'm 'bout to bag it up
I like the way you work it (No Diggity)
I'm 'bout to bag it up
I like the way you work it (No Diggity)
'Bout to bag it up
I like the way you work it
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
No diggity, darling
I like the way you work it (1738)
No diggity, darling
I'm 'bout to bag it up (1738)
No diggity, darling
I like the way you work it (1738)
No diggity, darling
I'm 'bout to bag it up (1738)
No diggity, darling
I like the way you work it (1738)
No diggity, darling
I'm 'bout to bag it up (1738)
Baby girl, you're so damn fine, though
Wanna know if I could hit it from behind
Though
I'm sippin' on you like some fine wine
Though
When it's over, I press rewind, though
Talkin' bands, I got it
Benjamins in my pocket
I traded in my Trues for some Robins
Then he's playing Batman
Fetty's gon' rob him (yeah)
I got the Glock in my 'Rari
Seventeen shots, no 38
Yeah, I got the Glock in my 'Rari
Seventeen shots, no 38
Yeah, she's fine wonder when she'll be mine
Walk past, I press rewind
See that ass one more time
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never act wild
Very lowkey on the profile
Catching feelings is a no
Let me show you how it goes
Herb's the word, spin's the verb
Lovers it curves, freak what you heard
I like the way you work it (No Diggity)
I'm 'bout to bag it up
I like the way you work it (No Diggity)
I'm 'bout to bag it up
I like the way you work it (No Diggity)
'Bout to bag it up
I like the way you work it
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
And I got this sewed up
Remy Boyz, they know us
All fast money, no slow bucks
No one can control us
No diggity, darling
I like the way you work it (1738)
No diggity, darling
I'm 'bout to bag it up (1738)
No diggity, darling
I like the way you work it (1738)
No diggity, darling
I'm 'bout to bag it up (1738)
No diggity, darling
I like the way you work it (1738)
No diggity, darling
I'm 'bout to bag it up (1738)