diced pineapples lyrics – fabolous

diced pineapples
(feat. trey songz & c*ssie)

shawty so cold, p*ssy want her 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 flash.
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.
s*x, s*x and link, get a hundred when i test,
i’m a friend of a telling, so i’ve always been impressed.
s*x in the city on my black side sheets,
wet as hurricane sandy on the manhattan streets.
lid a few candles like my power hadn’t reached,
then i took you places that her last n*gg* hadn’t reached.
b*tch so bad that her parents went through h*ll,
smart mouth when we argue, you were switchy with the yale.
i wanna touch her, not using my hands,
make her dance without using the bands.

call me crazy, should at least you call me,
feels better when you let it out, don’t it, boy?
know is easy to get caught up in the morning
when you say ’cause you’re mad and you take it all back.
then we f*ck all night till things get right.
then we f*ck all night till 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 a some just to come through, host money,
at least n*gg*s 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 spice 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 b*lls like the d*ck the mistletoe.
tell her do the thing i like, best she listen, yo,
bad b*tch good girl around the christmas, though.

call me crazy, should at least you call me,
feels better when you let it out, don’t it, boy?
know is easy to get caught up in the morning
when you say ’cause you’re mad and you take it all back.
then we f*ck all night till things get right.
then we f*ck all night till things get right.

p*ssy sweeter as a fresh fruit,
she good 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, it happen to rain, she on top of the brain,
got the windows down, broad day.
just look at her, spectacular,
the one in stove, flipping like a spatula,
other n*gg*s want her, but you see the n*gg*s whack to her,
side beats tripping ’cause i’ll never get back to her.
my b*tch like b*tches, but none of my b*tches bad to her,
she’s a trigger, i never seen her with a bad b*tch.
unless she’s meeting on these other b*tches average,
hundred percent real while these b*tches is plastic.
miracle goddess, she walk like she need her *ss kissed.
walk like she need her *ss kissed.
diced pineapples, super fine at you,
is she getting ahead, she throwing a mine at you.
f*ck these other b*tches, n*gg*, she don’t mind what you do.
i just wanna watch, i ain’t taking time at you, dudes.
never faking, why they h*lla friend?
keep it real with her, yeah, that’s what she ever wants.
some bout to anchor me, shouldn’t never discipline,
wondering on the balcony, we’re about to smoke another joint,
miami on the yacht, she pulling on my pistol saying how she love my c*ck.
metaphoric bliss, shawty, you’re the sh*t,
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 n*gg*, man, that’s what she ever speak.
montreal was our first time, swear p*ssy 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 n*gg* out of bootie,
never retract statements, n*gg*, i’m never scared.
n*gg*s be switching up, but n*gg*, i’m never weird,
back on another leer.
i leave n*gg*s here, all in another year,
all in another lane, all in another gear.
all of you n*gg*s lame, all of your n*gg*s here,
listen up, b*tch n*gg*s b*tching up.
i guess you’re doing what you’re supposed to.
let a real n*gg* hold you.
back to my baby girl, though, i just need you in my world, yo.

call me crazy, should at least you call me,
feels better when you let it out, don’t it, boy?
know is easy to get caught up in the morning
when you say ’cause you’re mad and you take it all back.
then we f*ck all night till things get right.
then we f*ck all night till things get right.

/ fabolous lyrics