Diced Pineapples (Remix)

[Intro: Wale]

Diced pineapple

Tonight you shall reach a height that the sky won't catch you

The highest form of my admiration

I ain't no connoisseur but I'm, kinda sure you will admire my taste

And before the sun graze ya, I'm tryin to see how deep you are

And believe me shorty I ain't talking 'bout 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 will 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, hah, diced pineapple

May your love come down so my mind might have you

You designed my imagination

Let me redefine foreplay 'til 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 1: Princess]

Diced pineapples, my baby got a craving for it

Feel it in the air, so I can't ignore it

?] with something he been missing

If I give you what you feending for, bet I have you needing more

Everything I want, everything I need

Got him so good, now he wishing he could sing

Conversation great, sex is even better

Auquafina flow, but with the fruit, it's even wetter

Let me upgrade you, got you tasting watermellon

[?] the goodies, now he wanna thank the heavens

Body is a blessing, relieving all the stressing

I can be your teacher, if you ready for your lesson

Slow down never, I'm tryna get it all

If you put your heart in it, I be climbing up the wall

I think you would prefer if [?] take me to the mall

Something with my baby, we been showing you how to ball

Roll around the city with me just to waste time

Imma be here for a minute, cause a boss is hard to find

Got them groupies choosin, tell them all to wait in line

Cause I put my [?] on it, and I ride it like it's mine

He don't wanna leave, so he take me on a tour

[?]

My heart, mind and body is your's to spoil

Close the door, and explore some more

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh

Diced pineapples, damn, 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 (ugh)

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 mob

Diced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jar

Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sing

Her uniform Isabel Marant when you on the team

Double MG

Them other niggas fell off

Baby girl, I just wanna see you well off

[Chorus: Drake]

Call me crazy, shit at least you’re calling

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 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, aww yeah

[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 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

Balmain, rich denim, out in Vegas

French Riviera, baby girl lets take a trip

I'ma 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 (ugh)

I'm so fly that I shouldn't even walk

She so fine she ain't even gotta talk