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