Rick Ross – Diced Pineapples

Rick Ross – Diced Pineapples Lyrics

Artist: Rick Ross
Song: Diced Pineapples

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 well exceed any physical pleasure
I wanna, give you whats 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 its not it baby, hope its progress baby
Let it all drip baby

If you stop that shaking, no more talking baby, no more talking baby
Shorty so fine, p#ss# 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 #ss 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
p#ss#’s excellent and I know it sound a mess

I love to make her toes curl as I’m lickin’ on her flesh uhh
Sex all night couple shots of Ciroc
Crib on the water got LeBron up the block
Money ain’t the thing baby welcome to the Mark

Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
b#tch so bad got me wishing I could sign her
Uniform Isabel Marant when you on the team
Double MG them other n#gg#s fell off, baby girl I just wanna see you well off

[Chorus]
Call me crazy sh#t 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 its cuz you mad then you take it all back
Then we f#ck all night til things get right
Then we f#ck all night til things get right
[Shorty so fine, p#ss# so fresh

Diced pineapples I just bought my girl a set
I know my lifestyle wild I just 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. Bal main rich denim, out Vegas
French Riviera baby girl lets take a trip
Im’a 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

[Chorus]
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 rescue me 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 sh#t 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 Asian 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
f#ck making p#ss# talk
I like to make it sing a tune

All we need is weed
We don’t need no room
Right now I’m trying eat
We don’t need a spoon

[Chorus]
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Release Year: 2012