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Diggit-oh-oh-oh-diggit Diggit-oh-oh-oh Diggit-oh-oh-oh-diggit Diggit-oh-oh-oh Shorty get down, good lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, she don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound Getting paid is her forte Each and every day, true player way I can't get her out of my mind I think about the girl all the time East side to the west side Bumpin' phat rides, ain't no surprise She keep her tricks in her stash Stacking up cash Fast when it comes to the dash By no means average She's on when she's gotta have it That girls a perfect 10, 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 I like the way you work it, no diggity I got to bag it up I like the way you work it, no diggity I got to bag it up I like the way you work it, no diggity I got to bag it up She's got class and style Street knowledge by the pound Baby never act wild Very low key on the profile Never catch feelings, sir, that's a no And just in case you didn't hear it let me tell you how this shit goes Herb's the word, spin's the verb Lovers, it curves, so freak what you heard I like the way you work it, no diggity I got to bag it up I like the way you work it, no diggity I got to bag it up I like the way you work it, no diggity I got to bag it up I like the way you work it, no diggity I got to bag it up Diggit-oh-oh-oh-diggit Diggit-oh-oh-oh Oh
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