Diced Pineapples (feat. Drake & Wale)

Rick Ross

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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
    I ain't no connoisseur, but I'm, kinda sure you will admire my taste
    And before the Sun graze ya, I'm tryin' to see how deep you are
    And believe me shorty, I ain't talking 'bout 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 will exceed any physical pleasure
    I wanna, give you what's 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, hah, diced pineapple
    May your love come down, so my mind might have you
    You designed my imagination
    Let me redefine foreplay till you need five and
    Tell me shorty, you got it, baby
    If it's not it, baby, hope it's progress, baby
    Let it all drip, baby
    Till you stop that shaking, no more talking, baby
    No more talking, baby

    Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh
    Diced pineapples, damn, 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 (ugh)
    Sex all night, couple shots of Cîroc
    Crib on the water, got LeBron up the block
    Money ain't a thing, baby, welcome to the mob
    Diced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jar
    Bitch so bad, got me wishing I could sing
    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 it's easy to get caught up in the moment
    When you say it 'cause you mad, then you take it all back
    Then we fuck all night till things get right
    Then we fuck all night till things get right, aww yeah

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    Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh
    Diced pineapples, I just bought my girl a set
    I know my lifestyle wild, I 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
    Balmain, rich denim, out in Vegas
    French Riviera, baby girl, let's take a trip
    I'ma 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 (ugh)
    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 it's easy to get caught up in the moment
    When you say it 'cause you mad, then you take it all back
    Then we fuck all night till things get right
    Then we fuck all night till things get right, aww yeah

    Something about her, probably can't live without her
    Roll up some sour, let me kiss on her fountain
    Mission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate
    And I won't ever rest, we meet at 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 Agent Provocateur
    Rushing you out your drawers, though patiently get you off
    Hate when they be too anxious though, hate when they be too dull
    Like to go deep, but I hate to get too deeply involved
    How sweet is you? (Sweet is you?) Let me see some proof
    Fuck making pussy talk, I like to make it sing a tune
    All we need is we, we don't need no room
    Right now I'm trying to eat, and 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 it's easy to get caught up in the moment
    When you say it 'cause you mad, then you take it all back
    Then we fuck all night till things get right
    Then we fuck all night till things get right, aw, yeah

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