Diced Pineapples 2
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Hello, what you doing 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 lil pain I see them tattoos in her flesh
But I ain't tryna hurt her cause I 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 always been impressed
Sex in the City on my black satin sheets
Wet as Hurricane Sandy on these Manhattan streets
Lit a few candles like my power hadn't reached
Then I took it 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'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 poppin' but she ain't tryna go there
Her friends know where she going every time she tell 'em 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 something just to come through, host money
At least niggas know you getting to the most money
Club my place you wear what you wanna wear
But you over dressed if you wearing underwear
Now turn up, couple Js 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 it Al Bundy
Pull it out like a pistol yo
Kissing on the balls like the dick a mistletoe
Told her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo
Bad bitch, good girl around Christmas though, nice
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'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'ma drink until nothing left to
And she playin' with herself too
I been thinking bout 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 wack to her
Side bitch trippin' cause I don't ever get back to her
My bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her
She said Trigga why I never see you with a bad bitch?
That's just me then all these other bitches average
100% 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 giving head she throwing her mind at you
Fuck these other bitches nigga she don't mind that you do
Might just wanna watch I ain't talking time that you do's
Never fakin', why they hella frontin'?
Keep it real with her yeah that's all she ever want
Something about that 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 lil sister, that's all she ever with
Game like a nigga man that's all she ever spit
Montreal was our first time
Swear pussy just like the first line
Scars on my back, she done left a couple there
Spent a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pairs
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 Lear
I leave you niggas here, all in another year
All in another lane, all in another gear
All of you niggas lame, all of you niggas here
Listen up, bitch niggas bitchin' up
Guess you doing what you 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'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