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 [Intro 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 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 
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 1 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 uh 
Sex all night couple shots of ciroc 
Crib on the water got lebron up the block 
Money ain't a thing, baby welcome to the mark 
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 
[Hook 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 
[Verse 2 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 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 
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] 
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 
[Verse 3 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 rest 'til we meet at 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 to 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 we, we don't need no room 
Right now I'm trying eat, and we don't need a spoon 
[Hook 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 
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