Diced Pineapples

By M.Wade

Released on April 15, 2014

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[Verse 1]

Yea, I tell her that I got her

Head over heels but I'm always right beside her

I could never live without her

I want her as my Misses

Tryna do it all but I know you got some limits

And you know I hate to rush you

But tell me when your finished

Cause I'm tryna put it on you, you know I got my wishes

Dreams coming to fruition

New king for the city

You and my niggas with me put them keys into ignition

Girl I need you to forgive me, this shit was never easy

Tryna tell you how I feel but I'm always way to busy

Yea, let me in between those thighs I'm eyeing it

You made your bed baby let me come and lie in it

Yea, got you living like there's no tomorrow

Just stay up late, I'll be sure to call

And baby, I'm just tryna show you off

And I can show you all this love without a bit of sex involved


[Hook: Drake]

Call me crazy -- shit, at least you’re calling

Feels better when you let it out don't it girl

Know its 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


[Verse 2]

Pop your cherry have it looking like an X-Box

I'm the man baby, and your ex not

Bad bitches got it looking like the rest stop

But I only notice you though, you the best stop

To go to, make moves that you supposed to

Golden Girl mentality, wish TVs woulda showed you

We making up love and girl I love your vocals

Flow down your mainstream I don't listen for locals

And it's, a litte crazy we made it without a baby

So cool like the 80s, burning bridges so shady

And you still remain a lady, so beautiful in and out

I fell in love because you made me

And I love it, cause she nothing like the rest

And she loyal as fuck, she claim the same set

She gonna work me out cause she twerk the best

It's ironic we ran fore plays before sex


[Hook: Drake]


[Verse 3]

That pussy wetter than a swimming team

Roll with me and I can show you what a winner mean

It's all a dream, and things ain't as they seem

Choosing the wrong players when you draft in your fantasy league

Ha, but its a different round

And no one else is around

We gone do this quietly

You don't have to make a sound

Spread you like an epidemic that takes the whole city down

Yea, how'd you like that metaphoric bliss

First date, I can't wait to get ahold of them lips

Slow dancing, can't wait to get ahold of them hips

Yea, then I show her another whip

Headed to the condo, think we bout to watch a flick

Yea, said she wanna do more

Looked me in the eyes and saw I had more in store

She test my dick game

And told me I got a perfect score


[Hook: Drake]