Lyrics 679 & No Diggity - Jackson Breit

679 & No Diggity

Yeah
Baby girl, you’re so damn fine though
Wanna know if I could hit it from behind though
I’m sipping on you like some fine wine though
When it’s over, I press rewind though
Talking bands, I got it
Benjamins in my pocket
I traded in my Trues for some Robins
Then he playing Batman, Fetty’s gon' rob him, Yeah
I got the Glock in my 'Rari
17 shots, no .38
Yeah, I got the Glock in my 'Rari
17 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 low-key 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
No diggity darling
I like the way you work it (1738)
No diggity darling
I’m bout to bag it up (1738)