Diced Pineapples
Diced pineappleTonight you shall reach a height that the sky won't catch youThe highest form of my admirationI ain't no connoisseur but I'm kinda sure you will admire my tasteAnd before the sun graze yaI'm tryin to see how deep you areAnd believe me shorty I ain't talking about no intimate conversationI wanna see if I can make you reach things unobtainableWhen I peek into your natureAnd I promise you my goals will exceed any physical pleasureI wanna, give you whats better than betterThe better my effort, the wetter her treasureThe more these mere moments seem like heavens or temporary foreversShorty get it togetherDiced pineappleMay your love come down so my mind might have youYou designed my imaginationLet me redefine foreplay 'till you need five andTell me shorty you got it babyIf its not it baby, hope its progress babyLet it all drip babyIf you stop that shaking, no more talking baby, no more talking baby
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]Shorty so fine, pussy so freshDiced pineapples damn my baby tastes the bestI nearly lost my mind, guess it was a testSwept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a LexPaid it off cash so I never wrote a checkLeave my cars at her crib I'm just stuntin' on her exPussy's excellent and I know it sound a messI love to make her toes curl as I'm lickin' on her flesh uhhSex all night, couple shots of CirocCrib on the water, got LeBron up the blockMoney ain't the thing baby, welcome to the mobDiced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jarBitch so bad got me wishing I could singHer uniform Isabel Marant when you on the teamDouble MG them other niggas fell off, baby girl I just wanna see you well off
[Hook: Drake]Call me crazy -- shit, at least you’re callingFeels better when you let it out don't it girlKnow its easy to get caught up in the momentWhen you say it cause you mad then you take it all backThen we fuck all night til things get rightThen we fuck all night til things get right
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]Shorty so fine, pussy so freshDiced pineapples I just bought my girl a setI know my lifestyle wild I just do it for the setShe know how to make me smile and she do it with the sexPop bottles, make love, thug passionRed bottoms, Moncler, high fashionBelt buckles, door handles, gold platedBalmain, rich denim, out VegasFrench Riviera baby girl lets take a tripI'mma trip go to Cannes, France to catch a flickBaby listen, this position is a blessingAnd with your permission hopefully you'll learn a lessonI'm so fly that I shouldn't even walk. She so fine she ain't even gotta talkDiced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jarShe never wrote a song but I know that she's a star
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[Verse 4: Wale]Something about her probably can't live without herRoll up some sour, let me kiss on a fountainMission accomplished, you increasing your heart rateAnd I won’t ever rest, we meet at the peak of your mountainEager to show you, thinking that I should know youAnd you eager to work perfect, I can employ youDesigner shit spoil you, rub you down with the oilTo get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoiaHol' up, showing off some Agent ProvocateurRushing you out your drawers though patiently get you offHate when they be too anxious though, hate when they be too dullLike to go deep but I hate to get too deeply involvedHow sweet is you, let me see some proofFuck making pussy talk, I like to make it sing a tuneAll we need is we, we don’t need no roomRight now I’m trying eat, we don’t need a spoon