Diced Pineapples

[Fabolous] Shawty so cold, pussy 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 Lid a few candles like my power hadn’t reached Then I took you 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 [Chorus: Cassie] Call me crazy, shit, 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 fuck all night till things get right Then we fuck 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 a some just to come through, host money At least niggas 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 spice 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 bitch good girl around the christmas, though [Chorus: Cassie] [Verse 3: Trey Songz] Pussy 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 The one in stove, flip her like a spatula Other niggas want her, but you see the niggas whack to her Side bitch tripping ‘cause i’ll never get back to her My bitch like bitches, but none of my bitches bad to her She’s said "Trigga, why I never seen her with a bad bitch?" Unless she’s meeting on these other bitches average Hundred percent real while 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’s giving head, she’s throwing her mind at you Fuck these other bitches, nigga, 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 cock Metaphoric bliss, shawty, you’re the shit 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 nigga man, that’s all she ever speak Montreal was our first time, swear pussy 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 nigga out of bootie Never retract statements, nigga, I’m never scared Niggas be switching up, but nigga, I’m never weird Back on another leer I leave niggas here, all in another year All in another lane, all in another gear All of you niggas lame, all of your niggas here Listen up, bitch niggas bitching up I guess you’re doing what you’re supposed to Let a real nigga hold you Back to my baby girl though, I just need you in my world, yo [Chorus: Cassie]