Trey Songz - Diced Pineapples lyrics

[Fabolous] Shawty so cold, p**y winter fresh Reservations to eat and you're my dinner guest Shawty cleaned up nice, never been a mess Could take a little pain, I see them tattoos in her flesh But I ain't try to hurt her, ‘cause i've always been the best I'm 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've always been impressed Sex in the city on my black satin sheets Wet as Hurricane Sandy on the Manhattan streets Lit a few candles like my power hadn't reached Then I took you places that her last n***a hadn't reached b**h 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 [Chorus: Ca**ie] Call me crazy, sh**, at least you call me Feels better when you let it out, don't it, boy? Know is easy to get caught up in the morning When you say ‘cause you're mad and you take it all back Then we f** all night till things get right Then we f** all night till things get right [Verse 2: Fabolous] The club popping but she ain't trying go there Her friends know where she going every time she tell them “nowhere” I'm the only one that get up in the vip My money grown, baby, ain't no need to see id Slide her something just to come through, host money At least n***as know you're getting through the most money Club my place, you wear what you wanna wear But you're overdressed if you're wearing underwear I turn up, couple js to burn up Couple spots to hide out, now let that playlist right out Where I live on sunday, her place monday Her hand in my pants, call that Al Bundy Pull it out like a pistol, yo, kiss it on the balls like the dick the mistletoe Tell her do the thing I like, best she listen, yo Bad b**h good girl around the christmas, though [Chorus: Ca**ie] [Verse 3: Trey Songz] p**y sweeter than some fresh fruit She gushing and I drink the best juice I'm drinking till nothing left to And she playing with herself, too I be thinking about her all day She perform like it's Broadway Yeah, we hop in the range, she off top wit' the brain Got the windows down, broad day Just look at her, spectacular Throw her on the stove, flip her like a spatula Other n***as want her, but you see the n***as whack to her Side b**h tripping ‘cause i'll never get back to her My b**h like b**hes, but none of my b**hes bad to her She's said "Trigga, why I never seen her with a bad b**h?" Unless she's meeting on these other b**hes average Hundred percent real while these b**hes is plastic Moroccan goddess, she walk like she need her a** kissed Walk like she need her a** kissed Diced pineapples, super fine at you If she's giving head, she's throwing her mind at you f** these other b**hes, n***a, she don't mind what you do I just wanna watch, I ain't taking time at you, dudes Never faking, why they hella friend? Keep it real with her, yeah, that's what she ever wants Somethin' 'bout to alchemy, she don't ever disappoint London on the balcony, we're about to smoke another joint Miami on the yacht, she pulling on my pistol saying how she love my co*k Metaphoric bliss, shawty, you're the sh** Couple days with her, man, that's all I ever get And she got a little sister, that's what she ever with Game like a n***a man, that's all she ever speak Montreal was our first time, swear p**y just like the first lines Scars on my back, she left couple, spent a couple stacks, had her put a couple pair Try to beg mine, my n***a out of bootie Never retract statements, n***a, I'm never scared n***as be switching up, but n***a, I'm never weird Back on another leer I leave n***as here, all in another year All in another lane, all in another gear All of you n***as lame, all of your n***as here Listen up, b**h n***as b**hing up I guess you're doing what you're supposed to Let a real n***a hold you Back to my baby girl though, I just need you in my world, yo [Chorus: Ca**ie]