Diced Pineapples - Cassie, Fabolous, Trey Songz

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