Diced Pineapples

Album: God Forgives, I Don't (2012)
Charted: 71
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  • Diced pineapple, tonight you shall reach a height that the sky won't catch you
    The highest form of my admiration
    And I ain't no connoisseur but I'm kinda sure you will admire my taste
    But before the sun graze ya
    I'm tryin to see how deep you are
    And believe me shorty I ain't talking about no intimate conversation
    I wanna see if I can make you reach things unobtainable
    When I peek into your nature
    And I promise you my goals well exceed any physical pleasure
    I wanna, give you whats better than better
    The better my effort, the wetter her treasure
    The more these mere moments seem like heavens or temporary forevers
    Shorty get it together
    Diced pineapple
    May your love come down so my mind might have you
    You designed my imagination
    Let me redefine foreplay so you need five and
    Tell me shorty you got it baby
    If its not it baby, hope its progress baby
    Let it all drip baby
    If you stop that shaking, no more talking baby, no more talking baby

    Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh
    Diced pineapples that my baby tastes the best
    I nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test
    Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex
    Paid it off cash so I never wrote a check
    Leave my cars at her crib I'm just stuntin' on her ex
    Pussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess
    I love to make her toes curl as I'm lickin' on her flesh uhh
    Sex all night couple shots of Ciroc
    Crib on the water got LeBron up the block
    Money ain't the thing baby welcome to the Mark
    Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
    Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sign her
    Uniform Isabel Marant when you on the team
    Double MG them other niggas fell off, baby girl I just wanna see you well off

    Call me crazy shit at least you're calling
    Feels better when you let it out don't it girl
    Know its easy to get caught up in the moment
    When you say its cuz you mad then you take it all back
    Then we fuck all night til things get right
    Then we fuck all night til things get right

    [Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh
    Diced pineapples I just bought my girl a set
    I know my lifestyle wild I just do it for the set
    She know how to make me smile and she do it with the sex
    Pop bottles, make love, thug passion, red bottoms, Moncler, high fashion
    Belt buckles, door handles, gold plated. Bal main rich denim, out Vegas
    French Riviera baby girl lets take a trip
    Im'a trip go to Cannes France to catch a flick
    Baby listen, this position is a blessing and
    With your permission hopefully you'll learn a lesson
    I'm so fly that I shouldn't even walk. She so fine she ain't even gotta talk
    Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
    She never wrote a song but I know that she's a star

    Call me crazy shit at least you're calling
    Feels better when you let it out don't it girl
    Know its easy to get caught up in the moment
    When you say its cuz you mad then you take it all back
    Then we fuck all night til things get right
    Then we fuck all night til things get right

    Something about her probably can't live without her
    Roll up some sour, let me kiss on a fountain
    Mission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate
    And I won't ever rescue me the peak of your mountain
    Eager to show you, thinking that I should know you
    And you eager to work perfect, I can employ you
    Designer shit spoil you, rub you down with the oil
    To get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia
    Hol' up, showing off some Asian provocateur
    Rushing you out your draws
    Though patiently get you off
    Hate when they get too anxious though
    Hate when they be too dull
    Like to get too deep
    But I hate to get too deeply involved
    How sweet is you
    Let me see some proof
    Fuck making pussy talk
    I like to make it sing a tune
    All we need is weed
    We don't need no room
    Right now I'm trying eat
    We don't need a spoon

    Call me crazy shit at least you're calling
    Feels better when you let it out don't it girl
    Know its easy to get caught up in the moment
    When you say its cuz you mad then you take it all back
    Then we fuck all night til things get right
    Then we fuck all night til things get right Writer/s: AUBREY DRAKE GRAHAM, CARL MCCORMICK, OLUBOWALE VICTOR AKINTIMEHIN, WILLIAM ROBERTS
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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