Diced Pineapples Lyrics - God Forgives, I Don't - Rick Ross

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 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 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 'till 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 

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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 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 

Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sign 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 

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Call me crazy -- shit, at least youre 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 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 

Shorty so fine, pussy 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 

Balmain, rich denim, out Vegas 

French Riviera baby girl lets take a trip 

I'mma 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 

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 wont ever rest, 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 drawers though patiently get you off 

Hate when they be too anxious though, hate when they be too dull 

Like to go 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 dont need no room 

Right now Im trying eat, we dont need a spoon