Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diced Pineapples, artist - Cassie. Album song Dope 'n Diamonds, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.04.2014
Record label: Harlem king entertainment
Song language: English
Diced Pineapples |
| Shawty so cold, pussy winter fresh |
| Reservations to eat and you’re my dinner guest |
| Shawty cleaned up nice, never been a mess |
| Could take a little pain, I see them tattoos in her flesh |
| But I ain’t try to hurt her, ‘cause i’ve always been the best |
| I’m making my shawty feel it till she feel it in her chest |
| Sex excellent, get a hundred when I test |
| I’m a fan of her talent, so i’ve always been impressed |
| Sex in the city on my black satin sheets |
| Wet as Hurricane Sandy on the Manhattan streets |
| Lit a few candles like my power hadn’t reached |
| Then I took you places that her last nigga hadn’t reached |
| Bitch so bad know her parents went through hell |
| Smart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale |
| I wanna touch her, not using my hands |
| Make her dance without using the bands |
| Call me crazy, shit, at least you call me |
| Feels better when you let it out, don’t it, boy? |
| 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 'til things get right |
| Then we fuck all night 'til things get right |
| The club popping but she ain’t trying go there |
| Her friends know where she going every time she tell them «nowhere» |
| I’m the only one that get up in the vip |
| My money grown, baby, ain’t no need to see id |
| Slide her something just to come through, host money |
| At least niggas know you’re getting through the most money |
| Club my place, you wear what you wanna wear |
| But you’re overdressed if you’re wearing underwear |
| I turn up, couple js to burn up |
| Couple spots to hide out, now let that playlist right out |
| Where I live on sunday, her place monday |
| Her hand in my pants, call that Al Bundy |
| Pull it out like a pistol, yo, kiss it on the balls like the dick the mistletoe |
| Tell her do the thing I like, best she listen, yo |
| Bad bitch good girl around the christmas, though |
| Call me crazy, shit, at least you call me |
| Feels better when you let it out, don’t it, boy? |
| 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 'til things get right |
| Then we fuck all night 'til things get right |
| Pussy sweeter than some fresh fruit |
| She gushing and I drink the best juice |
| I’m drinking till nothing left to |
| And she playing with herself, too |
| I be thinking about her all day |
| She perform like it’s Broadway |
| Yeah, we hop in the range, she off top wit' the brain |
| Got the windows down, broad day |
| Just look at her, spectacular |
| Throw her on the stove, flip her like a spatula |
| Other niggas want her, but you see the niggas whack to her |
| Side bitch tripping ‘cause i’ll never get back to her |
| My bitch like bitches, but none of my bitches bad to her |
| She’s said «Trigga, why I never seen her with a bad bitch?» |
| Unless she’s meeting on these other bitches average |
| Hundred percent real while these bitches is plastic |
| Moroccan goddess, she walk like she need her ass kissed |
| Walk like she need her ass kissed |
| Diced pineapples, super fine at you |
| If she’s giving head, she’s throwing her mind at you |
| Fuck these other bitches, nigga, she don’t mind what you do |
| I just wanna watch, I ain’t taking time at you, dudes |
| Never faking, why they hella friend? |
| Keep it real with her, yeah, that’s what she ever wants |
| Somethin' 'bout to alchemy, she don’t ever disappoint |
| London on the balcony, we’re about to smoke another joint |
| Miami on the yacht, she pulling on my pistol saying how she love my cock |
| Metaphoric bliss, shawty, you’re the shit |
| Couple days with her, man, that’s all I ever get |
| And she got a little sister, that’s what she ever with |
| Game like a nigga man, that’s all she ever speak |
| Montreal was our first time, swear pussy just like the first lines |
| Scars on my back, she left couple, spent a couple stacks, had her put a couple |
| pair |
| Try to beg mine, my nigga out of bootie |
| Never retract statements, nigga, I’m never scared |
| Niggas be switching up, but nigga, I’m never weird |
| Back on another leer |
| I leave niggas here, all in another year |
| All in another lane, all in another gear |
| All of you niggas lame, all of your niggas here |
| Listen up, bitch niggas bitching up |
| I guess you’re doing what you’re supposed to |
| Let a real nigga hold you |
| Back to my baby girl though, I just need you in my world, yo |
| Call me crazy, shit, at least you call me |
| Feels better when you let it out, don’t it, boy? |
| 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 'til things get right |
| Then we fuck all night 'til things get right |