Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diced Pineapples, artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Diced Pineapples |
| Diced pineapple |
| Tonight you will reach a height that the sky wont 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 tryna see how deep you are and believe me shawty I ain’t talking about |
| no intimate conversation I’m wanna see if I can make you reach things |
| Unattainable when I peek into your nature |
| And I promise you my goals will exceed any pyshical 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 forever’s shawty get it together |
| Diced Pineapple |
| May your love come down some of mine might have you |
| You design my imagination |
| And let me redefine foreplay so you need favour? |
| Tell me shawty you got it baby |
| If it’s not it baby |
| Hope its progress baby |
| Let it all drip baby |
| Stop that shaking |
| No more talking baby |
| No more talking baby |
| Shawty so fine, P*ssy so fresh |
| Diced pineapples, there my baby taste the best |
| I nearly lost my mind |
| Guess it was a test |
| Swept her off her feet and went and bought her *ss 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 |
| P*ssy's excellent and I know it sound a mess |
| I like to make her toes curl as I’m licking on her flesh |
| Sex all night, couple shots of ciroc |
| Crib on the water, got Lebron up the block |
| Money ain’t a thing baby, welcome to the mark |
| Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar |
| B*tch so bad got me wishing I could sing her |
| You know form iswhen you on the team |
| Double-M G them other ni*gas fell off |
| Baby girl I just wanna see you well off |
| Call me crazy, shit at least you 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 and you take it all back |
| Then we f*ck all night til things get right |
| Then we f*ck all night til things get right |
| Shawty 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 Montclair, high fashion |
| Belt buckles, door handles gold plated |
| Balmain, rich denim, out Vegas |
| French Riviera, baby girl lets 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 |
| 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 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 and you take it all back |
| Then we f*ck all night til things get right |
| Then we f*ck all night til things get right |
| Something about her probably cant 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’t 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 draws |
| Though patiently get you off |
| Hate when they get too anxious though |
| Hate when they be too |
| Like too get too deep |
| But I hate to get too deeply involved |
| How sweet is you |
| Let me see some proof |
| F*ck making p*ssy talk |
| I like to make it sing a tune |
| All we need it weed |
| We don’t need no room |
| Right now I’m trying |
| We don’t need a spoon |
| Call me crazy, shit at least you 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 and you take it all back |
| Then we f*ck all night til things get right |
| Then we f*ck all night til things get right |