No Diggity Songtext
von Typh Barrow
No Diggity Songtext
Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got ′em open all over town
Strictly b-tch, you don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is a forte
Each and every day, true player way
I can′t get her out of my mind
Well
I think about the girl all the time, well
East side to the west side
Pushing phat rides, it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she′s got to have it
Baby, you′re a perfect ten, I wanna get in
Can I get down, so I can win
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up girl
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up girl
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up girl
I like the way you work it
No diggity, no diggity, no doubts
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 tell you how it goes
But I curve the word, spin′s the verbs
Lovers it curves so freak what you heard
Rollin' with the phatness
You don′t even know what the half is, no, no, no, no
You got to pay to play
Just for shorty, bang bang to look your way
I like the way you work it
Trumped tight, all day, every day
You're blowing my mind, maybe in time
Baby, I can get you in my ride
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up girl
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up girl
I like the way you work it
No diggity, no diggity, no diggity
No doubt, the way you work it
No diggity, no doubts
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Baby got ′em open all over town
Strictly b-tch, you don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is a forte
Each and every day, true player way
I can′t get her out of my mind
Well
I think about the girl all the time, well
East side to the west side
Pushing phat rides, it's no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she′s got to have it
Baby, you′re a perfect ten, I wanna get in
Can I get down, so I can win
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up girl
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up girl
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up girl
I like the way you work it
No diggity, no diggity, no doubts
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 tell you how it goes
But I curve the word, spin′s the verbs
Lovers it curves so freak what you heard
Rollin' with the phatness
You don′t even know what the half is, no, no, no, no
You got to pay to play
Just for shorty, bang bang to look your way
I like the way you work it
Trumped tight, all day, every day
You're blowing my mind, maybe in time
Baby, I can get you in my ride
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up girl
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up girl
I like the way you work it
No diggity, no diggity, no diggity
No doubt, the way you work it
No diggity, no doubts
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Writer(s): Edward Theodore Riley, Chauncey Andre Hannibal, Lynise Walters, Richard S. Vick Iii, Bill Withers, William Stewart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com