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Drake, Rick Ross, Wale - Diced Pineapples (Album Version (Explicit))

Diced Pineapples
Drake, Rick Ross, Wale
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[Verse 1: Wale]
Diced pineapple. Tonight you shall reach a height that
The sky won't catch you,
The highest form of my admiration.
And I ain't no connoisseur but I'm kinda sure,
You will admire my taste.
But before the sun graze ya,
I'm tryin to see, how deep you are.
And believe me, shorty, I ain't talking about no intimate conversation,
I wanna see, if I can make you reach things unobtainable,
When I peek into your nature.
And I promise you my goals well exceed any physical pleasure,
I wanna give you what's better than better.
The better my effort, the wetter her treasure,
The more these mere moments
Seem like heavens or temporary forevers,
Shorty, get it together.
Diced pineapple.
May your love come down
So my mind might have you?
You designed my imagination,
Let me redefine foreplay
So you need five, and
Tell me, shorty, you got it, baby.
If it's not it, baby, hope it's progress, baby,
Let it all drip, baby.
If you stop that shaking,
No more talking, baby, no more talking, baby.

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh,
Diced pineapples that my baby tastes the best.
I nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test,
Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass 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.
Pussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess,
I love to make her toes curl
As I'm lickin' on her flesh, uhh!
Sex all night, couple shots of Cîroc,
Crib on the water, got LeBron up the block.
Money ain't the thing, baby, welcome to the Mark.
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar.
Bitch so bad, got me wishing I could sign her,
Uniform Isabel Marant, when you on the team.
Double M, G, them other niggas fell off, baby girl,
I just wanna see you well off.

[Hook: Drake]
Call me crazy shit at least you callin',
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's 'cause you mad then you take it all back.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.
Then we fuck all night till things get right.

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh,
Diced pineapples, I just bought my girl a set.
I know my lifestyle wild, I just 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, Moncler, high fashion,
Belt buckles, door handles, gold plated,
Bal main rich denim out Vegas.
French Riviera, baby girl, let's take a trip!
Ima 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.

[Hook: Drake]

[Verse 4: Wale]
Something about her, probably, can't 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 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 dull.
Like too get too deep
But I hate to get too deeply involved.
How sweet is you,
Let me see some proof.
Fuck making pussy talk,
I like to make it sing a tune.
All we need is weed,
We don't need no room.
Right now I'm trying eat,
We don't need a spoon.

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