Diced Pineapples

Hello? What you doin' tonight? Oh shit Shawty so cold, pussy winter fresh Reservations to eat and you my dinner guest Shawty clean 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 At 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 its easy to get caught up in the moment When you say it 'cause you're mad and you take it all back Then we fuck all night till things get right Then we fuck 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 that VIP My money grown, baby, ain't no need to see id Slide her somethin' just to come through, host money At least niggas know you're getting to the most money Club my place, you wear what you wanna wear But you're overdressed if you're wearing underwear Now turn up, couple J's to burn up Couple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out Where I live on Sunday, your place Monday Her hand in my pants, call that Al Bundy Pull it out like a pistol yo, kissin' on the balls like the dick a mistletoe Tell her do the thing I like, best she listen, yo Bad bitch good girl around the Christmas, though (Nice) Call me crazy, shit at least you call me Feels better when you let it out, don't it, boy? Know its easy to get caught up in the moment When you say it 'cause you're mad and you take it all back Then we fuck all night till things get right Then we fuck all night till things get right Pussy sweeter than some fresh fruit She gushin' I drink the best juice I'm drinking till nothing left too And she playing with herself, too I been thinking about her all day She perform like it's Broadway Yeah, we hop in the range, she off top with 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 them niggas whack to her Side bitch tripping ‘cause I don't ever get back to her My bitch like bitches, but none of my bitches bad to her She's a trigger, I never seen her with a bad bitch Unless she's meeting on these other bitches average Hundred percent real all 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 that you do Might just wanna watch, I ain't taking time at you, dudes Never faking, why they hella front? Keep it real with her, yeah, that's all she ever wants Somethin' bout the alchemy, she don't ever disappoint London on the balcony, we 'bout to smoke another joint Miami on the yacht, she pulling on my pistol saying how she love my cock Metaphoric bliss, shawty, you the shit Couple days with her, man, that's all I ever get Yeah she got a little sister, that's all she ever with Game like a nigga, man, that's wall she ever spit Montreal was our first time, swear pussy just like the first lines Scars on my back, she don' left couple there spent a couple stacks, I don' put a couple pair Try to bag mine, my nigga I double dare 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 its easy to get caught up in the moment When you say it 'cause you're mad and you take it all back Then we fuck all night till things get right Then we fuck all night till things get right