[{"id":4886185,"name":"Diced Pineapples","trackName":"Diced Pineapples","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"The Soul Tape 2","duration":330.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawty so cold, Pussy winter fresh\nReservations to eat & you my dinner guest\nShawty clean up nice. Never been a mess\nCould take a little pain, I see the tattos on her flesh\nBut I ain't tryna hurt her cause I always been the best\nAt makin' my shawty feel it, till she feel it in her chest\nSex excellent, get 100 when I test\nIm a fan of her talent so I always been impressed\nSex in the city on my black satin sheets\nWet as hurricane Sandy on these Manhattan streets\nLit a few candles like my power hadnt reached\nThen I took her places that her last nigga hadnt reached\nBitch so bad, know her parents went through hell\nSmart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale\nI wanna touch her, not using my hands. Make her dance without using the bands\n\nCassie: Call me crazy, shit at least u calling\nFeels better when you let it out dont it boy\nKnow its easy to get caught up in the moment\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\n\nFab: The club poppin but she ain't tryna go there\nHer friends know where she going everytime she tell em no where\nIm the only one who get up in that VIP\nExplain My money grown baby ain't no need to see I.D\nSlide her somethin' just to come through, host money\nAt least niggas know you getting to the most money\nClub my place, u wear what u wanna wear\nBut you over dressed if you wearing underwear\nNow turn up, couple Js to burn up\nCouple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out\nWhere I live on Sunday, Your place Monday\nHer hand in my pants, Call it Al Bundy\nPull it out like a pistol yo\nKissing on the balls like the dick a mistle toe\nTold her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo\nBad Bitch, good girl around Christmas doe. (Nice!)\n\nCall me crazy, shit at least u calling\nFeels better when you let it out dont it boy\nKnow its easy to get caught up in the moment\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\n\nPussy sweeter than some fresh fruit\nShe gushing, I drink the best juice\nIma drink it till nothing left too\nAnd she playing with herself too\nI been thinking bout her all day\nShe perform like its Broadway\nYeah we hop in the range\nShe off topping the brain, got the windows down. Broad day\nJust Look at her spectacular\nThrow her on the stove, flip her like a spatula\nOther niggas want her but u see them niggas wack to her\nSide bitch trippin cause I never get back to her\nMy bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her\nShe said Trigga why I never see u with a bad bitch?\nThats just me and all these other bitches average\n100% real, all these bitches is plastic\nMoroccan Goddess, walk like she need her ass kissed.\n(Walk like she need her ass kissed)\nDiced pinapples, Super fine at you\nAnd she giving head, she throwing her mind at you\nFuck these other bitches, nigga she dont mind that you do\nI just wanna watch, I ain't talking time at you dudes\nNever fakin', why they hella front?\nKeep it real with her, yeah thats all she ever want\nSomething bout the alchemy, she dont never disappoint\nLondon on the Balcony, we bout to smoke another joint\nMiami on the Yacht, She pullin on my pistol saying how she love my cock\nMetaphoric bliss, shawty you the shit\nCouple days with her man thats all I ever get\nAnd she got a lil sister, thats all she ever with\nGame like a nigga man thats all she ever spit\nMontreal was our first time\nSwear her pussy just like the first line\nScars on my back, she left a couple there\nSpend a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pairs\nTry to bag mine? my nigga I double dare\nNever retract statements nigga im never scared\nNiggas be switching up but nigga im never weird\nBack on another leer\nI leave u niggas here, all in another year\nAll in another lane, all in another gear\nAll of u niggas lame, all of u niggas here\nListen up, bitch niggas bitchin' up\nGuess u doing what u supposed to\nLet a real nigga hold u\nBack to my babygirl tho\nI just need u in my world yo\n\nCall me crazy, shit at least u calling\nFeels better when you let it out dont it boy\nKnow its easy to get caught up in the moment\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Diced Pineapples\n artist: Fabolous\n album: The Soul Tape 2\n duration_ms: 330000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Shawty so cold, Pussy winter fresh\n Reservations to eat & you my dinner guest\n Shawty clean up nice. Never been a mess\n Could take a little pain, I see the tattos on her flesh\n But I ain't tryna hurt her cause I always been the best\n At makin' my shawty feel it, till she feel it in her chest\n Sex excellent, get 100 when I test\n Im a fan of her talent so I always been impressed\n Sex in the city on my black satin sheets\n Wet as hurricane Sandy on these Manhattan streets\n Lit a few candles like my power hadnt reached\n Then I took her places that her last nigga hadnt reached\n Bitch so bad, know her parents went through hell\n Smart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale\n I wanna touch her, not using my hands. Make her dance without using the bands\n\n Cassie: Call me crazy, shit at least u calling\n Feels better when you let it out dont it boy\n Know its easy to get caught up in the moment\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n\n Fab: The club poppin but she ain't tryna go there\n Her friends know where she going everytime she tell em no where\n Im the only one who get up in that VIP\n Explain My money grown baby ain't no need to see I.D\n Slide her somethin' just to come through, host money\n At least niggas know you getting to the most money\n Club my place, u wear what u wanna wear\n But you over dressed if you wearing underwear\n Now turn up, couple Js to burn up\n Couple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out\n Where I live on Sunday, Your place Monday\n Her hand in my pants, Call it Al Bundy\n Pull it out like a pistol yo\n Kissing on the balls like the dick a mistle toe\n Told her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo\n Bad Bitch, good girl around Christmas doe. (Nice!)\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least u calling\n Feels better when you let it out dont it boy\n Know its easy to get caught up in the moment\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n\n Pussy sweeter than some fresh fruit\n She gushing, I drink the best juice\n Ima drink it till nothing left too\n And she playing with herself too\n I been thinking bout her all day\n She perform like its Broadway\n Yeah we hop in the range\n She off topping the brain, got the windows down. Broad day\n Just Look at her spectacular\n Throw her on the stove, flip her like a spatula\n Other niggas want her but u see them niggas wack to her\n Side bitch trippin cause I never get back to her\n My bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her\n She said Trigga why I never see u with a bad bitch?\n Thats just me and all these other bitches average\n 100% real, all these bitches is plastic\n Moroccan Goddess, walk like she need her ass kissed.\n (Walk like she need her ass kissed)\n Diced pinapples, Super fine at you\n And she giving head, she throwing her mind at you\n Fuck these other bitches, nigga she dont mind that you do\n I just wanna watch, I ain't talking time at you dudes\n Never fakin', why they hella front?\n Keep it real with her, yeah thats all she ever want\n Something bout the alchemy, she dont never disappoint\n London on the Balcony, we bout to smoke another joint\n Miami on the Yacht, She pullin on my pistol saying how she love my cock\n Metaphoric bliss, shawty you the shit\n Couple days with her man thats all I ever get\n And she got a lil sister, thats all she ever with\n Game like a nigga man thats all she ever spit\n Montreal was our first time\n Swear her pussy just like the first line\n Scars on my back, she left a couple there\n Spend a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pairs\n Try to bag mine? my nigga I double dare\n Never retract statements nigga im never scared\n Niggas be switching up but nigga im never weird\n Back on another leer\n I leave u niggas here, all in another year\n All in another lane, all in another gear\n All of u niggas lame, all of u niggas here\n Listen up, bitch niggas bitchin' up\n Guess u doing what u supposed to\n Let a real nigga hold u\n Back to my babygirl tho\n I just need u in my world yo\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least u calling\n Feels better when you let it out dont it boy\n Know its easy to get caught up in the moment\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n"},{"id":28333522,"name":"Diced Pineapples 2","trackName":"Diced Pineapples 2","artistName":"Fabolous","albumName":"The Soul Tape 2","duration":330.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hello, what you doing tonight?\nOh shit\n\nShawty so cold, pussy winter fresh\nReservations to eat and you my dinner guest\nShawty clean up nice, never been a mess\nCould take a lil pain I see them tattoos in her flesh\nBut I ain't tryna hurt her cause I always been the best\nAt making my shawty feel it till she feel it in her chest\n\nSex excellent, get a hundred when I test\nI'm a fan of her talent so I always been impressed\nSex in the City on my black satin sheets\nWet as Hurricane Sandy on these Manhattan streets\nLit a few candles like my power hadn't reached\nThen I took it places that her last nigga hadn't reached\nBitch so bad know her parents went through hell\nSmart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale\nI wanna touch her, not using my hands\n\nMake her dance without using the bands\n\nCall me crazy, shit at least you call me\nFeels better when you let it out don't it boy?\nKnow it's easy to get caught up in the moment\nWhen you say it cause you're mad and you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\n\nThe club poppin' but she ain't tryna go there\nHer friends know where she going every time she tell 'em nowhere\nI'm the only one that get up in that VIP\nMy money grown baby ain't no need to see ID\n\nSlide her something just to come through, host money\nAt least niggas know you getting to the most money\n\nClub my place you wear what you wanna wear\n\nBut you over dressed if you wearing underwear\nNow turn up, couple Js to burn up\nCouple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out\nWhere I live on Sunday, your place Monday\nHer hand in my pants, call it Al Bundy\nPull it out like a pistol yo\nKissing on the balls like the dick a mistletoe\nTold her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo\nBad bitch, good girl around Christmas though, nice\n\nCall me crazy, shit at least you call me\nFeels better when you let it out don't it boy?\nKnow it's easy to get caught up in the moment\nWhen you say it cause you're mad and you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\n\nPussy sweeter than some fresh fruit\nShe gushin' I drink the best juice\nI'ma drink until nothing left to\nAnd she playin' with herself too\n\nI been thinking bout her all day\nShe perform like it's Broadway\n\nYeah we hop in the Range, she off top with the brain\nGot the windows down broad day\n\nJust look at her spectacular\nThrow her on the stove, flip her like a spatula\nOther niggas want her but you see them niggas wack to her\nSide bitch trippin' cause I don't ever get back to her\nMy bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her\nShe said Trigga why I never see you with a bad bitch?\nThat's just me then all these other bitches average\n100% Real, all these bitches is plastic\nMoroccan goddess she walk like she need her ass kissed\n\nWalk like she need her ass kissed\nDiced pineapples, super fine at you\nIf she giving head she throwing her mind at you\nFuck these other bitches nigga she don't mind that you do\nMight just wanna watch I ain't talking time that you do's\nNever fakin', why they hella frontin'?\nKeep it real with her yeah that's all she ever want\nSomething about that alchemy, she don't ever disappoint\nLondon on the balcony we 'bout to smoke another joint\n\nMiami on the yacht\nShe pulling on my pistol saying how she love my cock\nMetaphoric bliss, shawty you the shit\nCouple days with her man that's all I ever get\nYeah she got a lil sister, that's all she ever with\nGame like a nigga man that's all she ever spit\n\nMontreal was our first time\nSwear pussy just like the first line\nScars on my back, she done left a couple there\nSpent a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pairs\nTry to bag mine, my nigga I double dare\nNever retract statements nigga I'm never scared\nNiggas be switching up but nigga I'm never weird\n\nBack on another Lear\nI leave you niggas here, all in another year\nAll in another lane, all in another gear\nAll of you niggas lame, all of you niggas here\nListen up, bitch niggas bitchin' up\n\nGuess you doing what you supposed to\nLet a real nigga hold you\n\nBack to my baby girl though\nI just need you in my world yo\n\nCall me crazy, shit at least you call me\nFeels better when you let it out don't it boy?\nKnow it's easy to get caught up in the moment\nWhen you say it cause you're mad and you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nThen we fuck all night till things get right","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Diced Pineapples 2\n artist: Fabolous\n album: The Soul Tape 2\n duration_ms: 330000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hello, what you doing tonight?\n Oh shit\n\n Shawty so cold, pussy winter fresh\n Reservations to eat and you my dinner guest\n Shawty clean up nice, never been a mess\n Could take a lil pain I see them tattoos in her flesh\n But I ain't tryna hurt her cause I always been the best\n At making my shawty feel it till she feel it in her chest\n\n Sex excellent, get a hundred when I test\n I'm a fan of her talent so I always been impressed\n Sex in the City on my black satin sheets\n Wet as Hurricane Sandy on these Manhattan streets\n Lit a few candles like my power hadn't reached\n Then I took it places that her last nigga hadn't reached\n Bitch so bad know her parents went through hell\n Smart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale\n I wanna touch her, not using my hands\n\n Make her dance without using the bands\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least you call me\n Feels better when you let it out don't it boy?\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you're mad and you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n\n The club poppin' but she ain't tryna go there\n Her friends know where she going every time she tell 'em nowhere\n I'm the only one that get up in that VIP\n My money grown baby ain't no need to see ID\n\n Slide her something just to come through, host money\n At least niggas know you getting to the most money\n\n Club my place you wear what you wanna wear\n\n But you over dressed if you wearing underwear\n Now turn up, couple Js to burn up\n Couple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out\n Where I live on Sunday, your place Monday\n Her hand in my pants, call it Al Bundy\n Pull it out like a pistol yo\n Kissing on the balls like the dick a mistletoe\n Told her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo\n Bad bitch, good girl around Christmas though, nice\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least you call me\n Feels better when you let it out don't it boy?\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you're mad and you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n\n Pussy sweeter than some fresh fruit\n She gushin' I drink the best juice\n I'ma drink until nothing left to\n And she playin' with herself too\n\n I been thinking bout her all day\n She perform like it's Broadway\n\n Yeah we hop in the Range, she off top with the brain\n Got the windows down broad day\n\n Just look at her spectacular\n Throw her on the stove, flip her like a spatula\n Other niggas want her but you see them niggas wack to her\n Side bitch trippin' cause I don't ever get back to her\n My bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her\n She said Trigga why I never see you with a bad bitch?\n That's just me then all these other bitches average\n 100% Real, all these bitches is plastic\n Moroccan goddess she walk like she need her ass kissed\n\n Walk like she need her ass kissed\n Diced pineapples, super fine at you\n If she giving head she throwing her mind at you\n Fuck these other bitches nigga she don't mind that you do\n Might just wanna watch I ain't talking time that you do's\n Never fakin', why they hella frontin'?\n Keep it real with her yeah that's all she ever want\n Something about that alchemy, she don't ever disappoint\n London on the balcony we 'bout to smoke another joint\n\n Miami on the yacht\n She pulling on my pistol saying how she love my cock\n Metaphoric bliss, shawty you the shit\n Couple days with her man that's all I ever get\n Yeah she got a lil sister, that's all she ever with\n Game like a nigga man that's all she ever spit\n\n Montreal was our first time\n Swear pussy just like the first line\n Scars on my back, she done left a couple there\n Spent a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pairs\n Try to bag mine, my nigga I double dare\n Never retract statements nigga I'm never scared\n Niggas be switching up but nigga I'm never weird\n\n Back on another Lear\n I leave you niggas here, all in another year\n All in another lane, all in another gear\n All of you niggas lame, all of you niggas here\n Listen up, bitch niggas bitchin' up\n\n Guess you doing what you supposed to\n Let a real nigga hold you\n\n Back to my baby girl though\n I just need you in my world yo\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least you call me\n Feels better when you let it out don't it boy?\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you're mad and you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n"},{"id":4886184,"name":"Diced Pineapples","trackName":"Diced Pineapples","artistName":"Cassie, Fabolous & Trey Songz","albumName":"Dope 'n Diamonds","duration":330.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawty so cold, Pussy winter fresh\nReservations to eat & you my dinner guest\nShawty clean up nice. Never been a mess\nCould take a little pain, I see the tattos on her flesh\nBut I ain't tryna hurt her cause I always been the best\nAt makin' my shawty feel it, till she feel it in her chest\nSex excellent, get 100 when I test\nIm a fan of her talent so I always been impressed\nSex in the city on my black satin sheets\nWet as hurricane Sandy on these Manhattan streets\nLit a few candles like my power hadnt reached\nThen I took her places that her last nigga hadnt reached\nBitch so bad, know her parents went through hell\nSmart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale\nI wanna touch her, not using my hands. Make her dance without using the bands\n\nCassie: Call me crazy, shit at least u calling\nFeels better when you let it out dont it boy\nKnow its easy to get caught up in the moment\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\n\nFab: The club poppin but she ain't tryna go there\nHer friends know where she going everytime she tell em no where\nIm the only one who get up in that VIP\nExplain My money grown baby ain't no need to see I.D\nSlide her somethin' just to come through, host money\nAt least niggas know you getting to the most money\nClub my place, u wear what u wanna wear\nBut you over dressed if you wearing underwear\nNow turn up, couple Js to burn up\nCouple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out\nWhere I live on Sunday, Your place Monday\nHer hand in my pants, Call it Al Bundy\nPull it out like a pistol yo\nKissing on the balls like the dick a mistle toe\nTold her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo\nBad Bitch, good girl around Christmas doe. (Nice!)\n\nCall me crazy, shit at least u calling\nFeels better when you let it out dont it boy\nKnow its easy to get caught up in the moment\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\n\nPussy sweeter than some fresh fruit\nShe gushing, I drink the best juice\nIma drink it till nothing left too\nAnd she playing with herself too\nI been thinking bout her all day\nShe perform like its Broadway\nYeah we hop in the range\nShe off topping the brain, got the windows down. Broad day\nJust Look at her spectacular\nThrow her on the stove, flip her like a spatula\nOther niggas want her but u see them niggas wack to her\nSide bitch trippin cause I never get back to her\nMy bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her\nShe said Trigga why I never see u with a bad bitch?\nThats just me and all these other bitches average\n100% real, all these bitches is plastic\nMoroccan Goddess, walk like she need her ass kissed.\n(Walk like she need her ass kissed)\nDiced pinapples, Super fine at you\nAnd she giving head, she throwing her mind at you\nFuck these other bitches, nigga she dont mind that you do\nI just wanna watch, I ain't talking time at you dudes\nNever fakin', why they hella front?\nKeep it real with her, yeah thats all she ever want\nSomething bout the alchemy, she dont never disappoint\nLondon on the Balcony, we bout to smoke another joint\nMiami on the Yacht, She pullin on my pistol saying how she love my cock\nMetaphoric bliss, shawty you the shit\nCouple days with her man thats all I ever get\nAnd she got a lil sister, thats all she ever with\nGame like a nigga man thats all she ever spit\nMontreal was our first time\nSwear her pussy just like the first line\nScars on my back, she left a couple there\nSpend a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pairs\nTry to bag mine? my nigga I double dare\nNever retract statements nigga im never scared\nNiggas be switching up but nigga im never weird\nBack on another leer\nI leave u niggas here, all in another year\nAll in another lane, all in another gear\nAll of u niggas lame, all of u niggas here\nListen up, bitch niggas bitchin' up\nGuess u doing what u supposed to\nLet a real nigga hold u\nBack to my babygirl tho\nI just need u in my world yo\n\nCall me crazy, shit at least u calling\nFeels better when you let it out dont it boy\nKnow its easy to get caught up in the moment\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Diced Pineapples\n artist: Cassie, Fabolous & Trey Songz\n album: Dope 'n Diamonds\n duration_ms: 330000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Shawty so cold, Pussy winter fresh\n Reservations to eat & you my dinner guest\n Shawty clean up nice. Never been a mess\n Could take a little pain, I see the tattos on her flesh\n But I ain't tryna hurt her cause I always been the best\n At makin' my shawty feel it, till she feel it in her chest\n Sex excellent, get 100 when I test\n Im a fan of her talent so I always been impressed\n Sex in the city on my black satin sheets\n Wet as hurricane Sandy on these Manhattan streets\n Lit a few candles like my power hadnt reached\n Then I took her places that her last nigga hadnt reached\n Bitch so bad, know her parents went through hell\n Smart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale\n I wanna touch her, not using my hands. Make her dance without using the bands\n\n Cassie: Call me crazy, shit at least u calling\n Feels better when you let it out dont it boy\n Know its easy to get caught up in the moment\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n\n Fab: The club poppin but she ain't tryna go there\n Her friends know where she going everytime she tell em no where\n Im the only one who get up in that VIP\n Explain My money grown baby ain't no need to see I.D\n Slide her somethin' just to come through, host money\n At least niggas know you getting to the most money\n Club my place, u wear what u wanna wear\n But you over dressed if you wearing underwear\n Now turn up, couple Js to burn up\n Couple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out\n Where I live on Sunday, Your place Monday\n Her hand in my pants, Call it Al Bundy\n Pull it out like a pistol yo\n Kissing on the balls like the dick a mistle toe\n Told her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo\n Bad Bitch, good girl around Christmas doe. (Nice!)\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least u calling\n Feels better when you let it out dont it boy\n Know its easy to get caught up in the moment\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n\n Pussy sweeter than some fresh fruit\n She gushing, I drink the best juice\n Ima drink it till nothing left too\n And she playing with herself too\n I been thinking bout her all day\n She perform like its Broadway\n Yeah we hop in the range\n She off topping the brain, got the windows down. Broad day\n Just Look at her spectacular\n Throw her on the stove, flip her like a spatula\n Other niggas want her but u see them niggas wack to her\n Side bitch trippin cause I never get back to her\n My bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her\n She said Trigga why I never see u with a bad bitch?\n Thats just me and all these other bitches average\n 100% real, all these bitches is plastic\n Moroccan Goddess, walk like she need her ass kissed.\n (Walk like she need her ass kissed)\n Diced pinapples, Super fine at you\n And she giving head, she throwing her mind at you\n Fuck these other bitches, nigga she dont mind that you do\n I just wanna watch, I ain't talking time at you dudes\n Never fakin', why they hella front?\n Keep it real with her, yeah thats all she ever want\n Something bout the alchemy, she dont never disappoint\n London on the Balcony, we bout to smoke another joint\n Miami on the Yacht, She pullin on my pistol saying how she love my cock\n Metaphoric bliss, shawty you the shit\n Couple days with her man thats all I ever get\n And she got a lil sister, thats all she ever with\n Game like a nigga man thats all she ever spit\n Montreal was our first time\n Swear her pussy just like the first line\n Scars on my back, she left a couple there\n Spend a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pairs\n Try to bag mine? my nigga I double dare\n Never retract statements nigga im never scared\n Niggas be switching up but nigga im never weird\n Back on another leer\n I leave u niggas here, all in another year\n All in another lane, all in another gear\n All of u niggas lame, all of u niggas here\n Listen up, bitch niggas bitchin' up\n Guess u doing what u supposed to\n Let a real nigga hold u\n Back to my babygirl tho\n I just need u in my world yo\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least u calling\n Feels better when you let it out dont it boy\n Know its easy to get caught up in the moment\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n"},{"id":10363626,"name":"Diced Pineapples","trackName":"Diced Pineapples","artistName":"Fabolous feat. Trey Songz & Cassie","albumName":"The Soul Tape 2","duration":330.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Diced pineapple,\nTonight you shall reach a height that the sky won't catch you\nThe highest form of my admiration\nAnd I ain't no connoisseur but I'm kinda sure you will admire my taste\nBut before the sun graze ya\nI'm tryin' to see how deep you are\nAnd believe me shorty I ain't talking about no intimate conversation\nI wanna see if I can make you reach things unobtainable\nWhen I peek into your nature\nAnd I promise you my goals will exceed any physical pleasure\nI wanna, give you what's better than better\nThe better my effort, the wetter her treasure\nThe more these mere moments seem like heavens or temporary forevers\nShorty get it together\nDiced pineapple\nMay your love come down so my mind might have you\nYou designed my imagination\nLet me redefine foreplay so you need five and\nTell me shorty you got it baby\nIf it's not it baby, hope it's progress baby\nLet it all drip baby\nIf you stop that shaking, no more talking baby, no more talking baby\n\nShorty so fine, pussy so fresh\nDiced pineapples that my baby tastes the best\nI nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test\nSwept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex\nPaid it off CASH so I never wrote a check\nLeave my cars at her crib I'm just stuntin' on her ex\nPussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess\nI love to make her toes curl as I'm lickin' on her flesh uh\nSex all night couple shots of Ciroc\nCrib on the water got LeBron up the block\nMONEY ain't a thing, baby welcome to the Mark\nDiced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar\nBitch so bad got me wishing I could sing her\nUniform ISABEL MARANT when you on the team\nDouble MG them other niggas fell off,\nBaby girl I just wanna see you well off\n\nCall me crazy shit at least you're calling\nFeels better when you let it out don't it girl\nKnow it's easy to get caught up in the moment\nWhen you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night til things get right\nThen we fuck all night til things get right\n\nShorty so fine, pussy so fresh\nDiced pineapples I just bought my girl a set\nI know my lifestyle wild, I do it for the set\nShe know how to make me smile and she do it with the sex\nPop bottles, make love, thug passion, red bottoms, Moncler, high fashion\nBelt buckles, door handles, GOLD PLATED, Balmain rich denim, out Vegas\nFrench Riviera baby girl lets take a trip\nI'ma trip go to Cannes France to catch a flick\nBaby listen, this position is a blessing and with your permission\nHopefully you'll learn a lesson\nI'm so fly that I shouldn't even walk.\nShe so fine she ain't even gotta talk\nDiced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar\nShe never wrote a song but I know that she's a star\n\nCall me crazy shit at least you're calling\nFeels better when you let it out don't it girl\nKnow it's easy to get caught up in the moment\nWhen you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night til things get right\nThen we fuck all night til things get right\n\nSomething about her probably can't live without her\nROLL UP some sour, let me kiss on a fountain\nMission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate\nAnd I won't ever rest 'til we meet at the peak of your mountain\nEager to show you, thinking that I should know you\nAnd you eager to work perfect, I can employ you\nDesigner shit spoil you, rub you down with the oil\nTo get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia\nHol' up, showing off some Agent provocateur\nRushing you out your draws, though patiently get you off\nHate when they get too anxious though, hate when they be too dull\nLike to get too deep but I hate to get too deeply involved\nHow sweet is you, let me see some proof\nFuck making pussy talk, I like to make it sing a tune\nAll we need is we, we don't need no room\nRight now I'm trying eat, and we don't need a spoon\n\nCall me crazy shit at least you're calling\nFeels better when you let it out don't it girl\nKnow it's easy to get caught up in the moment\nWhen you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night til things get right\nThen we fuck all night til things get right","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Diced Pineapples\n artist: Fabolous feat. Trey Songz & Cassie\n album: The Soul Tape 2\n duration_ms: 330000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Diced pineapple,\n Tonight you shall reach a height that the sky won't catch you\n The highest form of my admiration\n And I ain't no connoisseur but I'm kinda sure you will admire my taste\n But before the sun graze ya\n I'm tryin' to see how deep you are\n And believe me shorty I ain't talking about no intimate conversation\n I wanna see if I can make you reach things unobtainable\n When I peek into your nature\n And I promise you my goals will exceed any physical pleasure\n I wanna, give you what's better than better\n The better my effort, the wetter her treasure\n The more these mere moments seem like heavens or temporary forevers\n Shorty get it together\n Diced pineapple\n May your love come down so my mind might have you\n You designed my imagination\n Let me redefine foreplay so you need five and\n Tell me shorty you got it baby\n If it's not it baby, hope it's progress baby\n Let it all drip baby\n If you stop that shaking, no more talking baby, no more talking baby\n\n Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh\n Diced pineapples that my baby tastes the best\n I nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test\n Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex\n Paid it off CASH so I never wrote a check\n Leave my cars at her crib I'm just stuntin' on her ex\n Pussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess\n I love to make her toes curl as I'm lickin' on her flesh uh\n Sex all night couple shots of Ciroc\n Crib on the water got LeBron up the block\n MONEY ain't a thing, baby welcome to the Mark\n Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar\n Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sing her\n Uniform ISABEL MARANT when you on the team\n Double MG them other niggas fell off,\n Baby girl I just wanna see you well off\n\n Call me crazy shit at least you're calling\n Feels better when you let it out don't it girl\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n\n Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh\n Diced pineapples I just bought my girl a set\n I know my lifestyle wild, I do it for the set\n She know how to make me smile and she do it with the sex\n Pop bottles, make love, thug passion, red bottoms, Moncler, high fashion\n Belt buckles, door handles, GOLD PLATED, Balmain rich denim, out Vegas\n French Riviera baby girl lets take a trip\n I'ma trip go to Cannes France to catch a flick\n Baby listen, this position is a blessing and with your permission\n Hopefully you'll learn a lesson\n I'm so fly that I shouldn't even walk.\n She so fine she ain't even gotta talk\n Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar\n She never wrote a song but I know that she's a star\n\n Call me crazy shit at least you're calling\n Feels better when you let it out don't it girl\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n\n Something about her probably can't live without her\n ROLL UP some sour, let me kiss on a fountain\n Mission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate\n And I won't ever rest 'til we meet at the peak of your mountain\n Eager to show you, thinking that I should know you\n And you eager to work perfect, I can employ you\n Designer shit spoil you, rub you down with the oil\n To get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia\n Hol' up, showing off some Agent provocateur\n Rushing you out your draws, though patiently get you off\n Hate when they get too anxious though, hate when they be too dull\n Like to get too deep but I hate to get too deeply involved\n How sweet is you, let me see some proof\n Fuck making pussy talk, I like to make it sing a tune\n All we need is we, we don't need no room\n Right now I'm trying eat, and we don't need a spoon\n\n Call me crazy shit at least you're calling\n Feels better when you let it out don't it girl\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n"},{"id":9661279,"name":"Diced Pineapples","trackName":"Diced Pineapples","artistName":"Cassie feat. Fabolous & Trey Songz","albumName":"Dope 'n Diamonds","duration":330.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Diced pineapple,\nTonight you shall reach a height that the sky won't catch you\nThe highest form of my admiration\nAnd I ain't no connoisseur but I'm kinda sure you will admire my taste\nBut before the sun graze ya\nI'm tryin' to see how deep you are\nAnd believe me shorty I ain't talking about no intimate conversation\nI wanna see if I can make you reach things unobtainable\nWhen I peek into your nature\nAnd I promise you my goals will exceed any physical pleasure\nI wanna, give you what's better than better\nThe better my effort, the wetter her treasure\nThe more these mere moments seem like heavens or temporary forevers\nShorty get it together\nDiced pineapple\nMay your love come down so my mind might have you\nYou designed my imagination\nLet me redefine foreplay so you need five and\nTell me shorty you got it baby\nIf it's not it baby, hope it's progress baby\nLet it all drip baby\nIf you stop that shaking, no more talking baby, no more talking baby\n\nShorty so fine, pussy so fresh\nDiced pineapples that my baby tastes the best\nI nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test\nSwept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex\nPaid it off CASH so I never wrote a check\nLeave my cars at her crib I'm just stuntin' on her ex\nPussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess\nI love to make her toes curl as I'm lickin' on her flesh uh\nSex all night couple shots of Ciroc\nCrib on the water got LeBron up the block\nMONEY ain't a thing, baby welcome to the Mark\nDiced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar\nBitch so bad got me wishing I could sing her\nUniform ISABEL MARANT when you on the team\nDouble MG them other niggas fell off,\nBaby girl I just wanna see you well off\n\nCall me crazy shit at least you're calling\nFeels better when you let it out don't it girl\nKnow it's easy to get caught up in the moment\nWhen you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night til things get right\nThen we fuck all night til things get right\n\nShorty so fine, pussy so fresh\nDiced pineapples I just bought my girl a set\nI know my lifestyle wild, I do it for the set\nShe know how to make me smile and she do it with the sex\nPop bottles, make love, thug passion, red bottoms, Moncler, high fashion\nBelt buckles, door handles, GOLD PLATED, Balmain rich denim, out Vegas\nFrench Riviera baby girl lets take a trip\nI'ma trip go to Cannes France to catch a flick\nBaby listen, this position is a blessing and with your permission\nHopefully you'll learn a lesson\nI'm so fly that I shouldn't even walk.\nShe so fine she ain't even gotta talk\nDiced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar\nShe never wrote a song but I know that she's a star\n\nCall me crazy shit at least you're calling\nFeels better when you let it out don't it girl\nKnow it's easy to get caught up in the moment\nWhen you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night til things get right\nThen we fuck all night til things get right\n\nSomething about her probably can't live without her\nROLL UP some sour, let me kiss on a fountain\nMission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate\nAnd I won't ever rest 'til we meet at the peak of your mountain\nEager to show you, thinking that I should know you\nAnd you eager to work perfect, I can employ you\nDesigner shit spoil you, rub you down with the oil\nTo get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia\nHol' up, showing off some Agent provocateur\nRushing you out your draws, though patiently get you off\nHate when they get too anxious though, hate when they be too dull\nLike to get too deep but I hate to get too deeply involved\nHow sweet is you, let me see some proof\nFuck making pussy talk, I like to make it sing a tune\nAll we need is we, we don't need no room\nRight now I'm trying eat, and we don't need a spoon\n\nCall me crazy shit at least you're calling\nFeels better when you let it out don't it girl\nKnow it's easy to get caught up in the moment\nWhen you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night til things get right\nThen we fuck all night til things get right","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Diced Pineapples\n artist: Cassie feat. Fabolous & Trey Songz\n album: Dope 'n Diamonds\n duration_ms: 330000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Diced pineapple,\n Tonight you shall reach a height that the sky won't catch you\n The highest form of my admiration\n And I ain't no connoisseur but I'm kinda sure you will admire my taste\n But before the sun graze ya\n I'm tryin' to see how deep you are\n And believe me shorty I ain't talking about no intimate conversation\n I wanna see if I can make you reach things unobtainable\n When I peek into your nature\n And I promise you my goals will exceed any physical pleasure\n I wanna, give you what's better than better\n The better my effort, the wetter her treasure\n The more these mere moments seem like heavens or temporary forevers\n Shorty get it together\n Diced pineapple\n May your love come down so my mind might have you\n You designed my imagination\n Let me redefine foreplay so you need five and\n Tell me shorty you got it baby\n If it's not it baby, hope it's progress baby\n Let it all drip baby\n If you stop that shaking, no more talking baby, no more talking baby\n\n Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh\n Diced pineapples that my baby tastes the best\n I nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test\n Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex\n Paid it off CASH so I never wrote a check\n Leave my cars at her crib I'm just stuntin' on her ex\n Pussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess\n I love to make her toes curl as I'm lickin' on her flesh uh\n Sex all night couple shots of Ciroc\n Crib on the water got LeBron up the block\n MONEY ain't a thing, baby welcome to the Mark\n Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar\n Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sing her\n Uniform ISABEL MARANT when you on the team\n Double MG them other niggas fell off,\n Baby girl I just wanna see you well off\n\n Call me crazy shit at least you're calling\n Feels better when you let it out don't it girl\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n\n Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh\n Diced pineapples I just bought my girl a set\n I know my lifestyle wild, I do it for the set\n She know how to make me smile and she do it with the sex\n Pop bottles, make love, thug passion, red bottoms, Moncler, high fashion\n Belt buckles, door handles, GOLD PLATED, Balmain rich denim, out Vegas\n French Riviera baby girl lets take a trip\n I'ma trip go to Cannes France to catch a flick\n Baby listen, this position is a blessing and with your permission\n Hopefully you'll learn a lesson\n I'm so fly that I shouldn't even walk.\n She so fine she ain't even gotta talk\n Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar\n She never wrote a song but I know that she's a star\n\n Call me crazy shit at least you're calling\n Feels better when you let it out don't it girl\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n\n Something about her probably can't live without her\n ROLL UP some sour, let me kiss on a fountain\n Mission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate\n And I won't ever rest 'til we meet at the peak of your mountain\n Eager to show you, thinking that I should know you\n And you eager to work perfect, I can employ you\n Designer shit spoil you, rub you down with the oil\n To get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia\n Hol' up, showing off some Agent provocateur\n Rushing you out your draws, though patiently get you off\n Hate when they get too anxious though, hate when they be too dull\n Like to get too deep but I hate to get too deeply involved\n How sweet is you, let me see some proof\n Fuck making pussy talk, I like to make it sing a tune\n All we need is we, we don't need no room\n Right now I'm trying eat, and we don't need a spoon\n\n Call me crazy shit at least you're calling\n Feels better when you let it out don't it girl\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n"},{"id":22036501,"name":"Diced Pineapples (feat. Fabolous, Trey Songz)","trackName":"Diced Pineapples (feat. Fabolous, Trey Songz)","artistName":"Cassie; Fabolous; Trey Songz","albumName":"Dope 'n Diamonds (EP) (Unreleased)","duration":330.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawty so cold, Pussy winter fresh\nReservations to eat & you my dinner guest\nShawty clean up nice. Never been a mess\nCould take a little pain, I see the tattos on her flesh\nBut I ain't tryna hurt her cause I always been the best\nAt makin' my shawty feel it, till she feel it in her chest\nSex excellent, get 100 when I test\nIm a fan of her talent so I always been impressed\nSex in the city on my black satin sheets\nWet as hurricane Sandy on these Manhattan streets\nLit a few candles like my power hadnt reached\nThen I took her places that her last nigga hadnt reached\nBitch so bad, know her parents went through hell\nSmart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale\nI wanna touch her, not using my hands. Make her dance without using the bands\n\nCassie: Call me crazy, shit at least u calling\nFeels better when you let it out dont it boy\nKnow its easy to get caught up in the moment\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\n\nFab: The club poppin but she ain't tryna go there\nHer friends know where she going everytime she tell em no where\nIm the only one who get up in that VIP\nExplain My money grown baby ain't no need to see I.D\nSlide her somethin' just to come through, host money\nAt least niggas know you getting to the most money\nClub my place, u wear what u wanna wear\nBut you over dressed if you wearing underwear\nNow turn up, couple Js to burn up\nCouple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out\nWhere I live on Sunday, Your place Monday\nHer hand in my pants, Call it Al Bundy\nPull it out like a pistol yo\nKissing on the balls like the dick a mistle toe\nTold her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo\nBad Bitch, good girl around Christmas doe. (Nice!)\n\nCall me crazy, shit at least u calling\nFeels better when you let it out dont it boy\nKnow its easy to get caught up in the moment\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\n\nPussy sweeter than some fresh fruit\nShe gushing, I drink the best juice\nIma drink it till nothing left too\nAnd she playing with herself too\nI been thinking bout her all day\nShe perform like its Broadway\nYeah we hop in the range\nShe off topping the brain, got the windows down. Broad day\nJust Look at her spectacular\nThrow her on the stove, flip her like a spatula\nOther niggas want her but u see them niggas wack to her\nSide bitch trippin cause I never get back to her\nMy bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her\nShe said Trigga why I never see u with a bad bitch?\nThats just me and all these other bitches average\n100% real, all these bitches is plastic\nMoroccan Goddess, walk like she need her ass kissed.\n(Walk like she need her ass kissed)\nDiced pinapples, Super fine at you\nAnd she giving head, she throwing her mind at you\nFuck these other bitches, nigga she dont mind that you do\nI just wanna watch, I ain't talking time at you dudes\nNever fakin', why they hella front?\nKeep it real with her, yeah thats all she ever want\nSomething bout the alchemy, she dont never disappoint\nLondon on the Balcony, we bout to smoke another joint\nMiami on the Yacht, She pullin on my pistol saying how she love my cock\nMetaphoric bliss, shawty you the shit\nCouple days with her man thats all I ever get\nAnd she got a lil sister, thats all she ever with\nGame like a nigga man thats all she ever spit\nMontreal was our first time\nSwear her pussy just like the first line\nScars on my back, she left a couple there\nSpend a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pairs\nTry to bag mine? my nigga I double dare\nNever retract statements nigga im never scared\nNiggas be switching up but nigga im never weird\nBack on another leer\nI leave u niggas here, all in another year\nAll in another lane, all in another gear\nAll of u niggas lame, all of u niggas here\nListen up, bitch niggas bitchin' up\nGuess u doing what u supposed to\nLet a real nigga hold u\nBack to my babygirl tho\nI just need u in my world yo\n\nCall me crazy, shit at least u calling\nFeels better when you let it out dont it boy\nKnow its easy to get caught up in the moment\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Diced Pineapples (feat. Fabolous, Trey Songz)\n artist: Cassie; Fabolous; Trey Songz\n album: Dope 'n Diamonds (EP) (Unreleased)\n duration_ms: 330000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Shawty so cold, Pussy winter fresh\n Reservations to eat & you my dinner guest\n Shawty clean up nice. Never been a mess\n Could take a little pain, I see the tattos on her flesh\n But I ain't tryna hurt her cause I always been the best\n At makin' my shawty feel it, till she feel it in her chest\n Sex excellent, get 100 when I test\n Im a fan of her talent so I always been impressed\n Sex in the city on my black satin sheets\n Wet as hurricane Sandy on these Manhattan streets\n Lit a few candles like my power hadnt reached\n Then I took her places that her last nigga hadnt reached\n Bitch so bad, know her parents went through hell\n Smart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale\n I wanna touch her, not using my hands. Make her dance without using the bands\n\n Cassie: Call me crazy, shit at least u calling\n Feels better when you let it out dont it boy\n Know its easy to get caught up in the moment\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n\n Fab: The club poppin but she ain't tryna go there\n Her friends know where she going everytime she tell em no where\n Im the only one who get up in that VIP\n Explain My money grown baby ain't no need to see I.D\n Slide her somethin' just to come through, host money\n At least niggas know you getting to the most money\n Club my place, u wear what u wanna wear\n But you over dressed if you wearing underwear\n Now turn up, couple Js to burn up\n Couple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out\n Where I live on Sunday, Your place Monday\n Her hand in my pants, Call it Al Bundy\n Pull it out like a pistol yo\n Kissing on the balls like the dick a mistle toe\n Told her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo\n Bad Bitch, good girl around Christmas doe. (Nice!)\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least u calling\n Feels better when you let it out dont it boy\n Know its easy to get caught up in the moment\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n\n Pussy sweeter than some fresh fruit\n She gushing, I drink the best juice\n Ima drink it till nothing left too\n And she playing with herself too\n I been thinking bout her all day\n She perform like its Broadway\n Yeah we hop in the range\n She off topping the brain, got the windows down. Broad day\n Just Look at her spectacular\n Throw her on the stove, flip her like a spatula\n Other niggas want her but u see them niggas wack to her\n Side bitch trippin cause I never get back to her\n My bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her\n She said Trigga why I never see u with a bad bitch?\n Thats just me and all these other bitches average\n 100% real, all these bitches is plastic\n Moroccan Goddess, walk like she need her ass kissed.\n (Walk like she need her ass kissed)\n Diced pinapples, Super fine at you\n And she giving head, she throwing her mind at you\n Fuck these other bitches, nigga she dont mind that you do\n I just wanna watch, I ain't talking time at you dudes\n Never fakin', why they hella front?\n Keep it real with her, yeah thats all she ever want\n Something bout the alchemy, she dont never disappoint\n London on the Balcony, we bout to smoke another joint\n Miami on the Yacht, She pullin on my pistol saying how she love my cock\n Metaphoric bliss, shawty you the shit\n Couple days with her man thats all I ever get\n And she got a lil sister, thats all she ever with\n Game like a nigga man thats all she ever spit\n Montreal was our first time\n Swear her pussy just like the first line\n Scars on my back, she left a couple there\n Spend a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pairs\n Try to bag mine? my nigga I double dare\n Never retract statements nigga im never scared\n Niggas be switching up but nigga im never weird\n Back on another leer\n I leave u niggas here, all in another year\n All in another lane, all in another gear\n All of u niggas lame, all of u niggas here\n Listen up, bitch niggas bitchin' up\n Guess u doing what u supposed to\n Let a real nigga hold u\n Back to my babygirl tho\n I just need u in my world yo\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least u calling\n Feels better when you let it out dont it boy\n Know its easy to get caught up in the moment\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n"},{"id":12178742,"name":"Diced Pineapples 🅴","trackName":"Diced Pineapples 🅴","artistName":"Fabolous | Trey Songz | Cassie","albumName":"The Soul Tape 2","duration":330.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Shawty so cold, Pussy winter fresh\nReservations to eat & you my dinner guest\nShawty clean up nice. Never been a mess\nCould take a little pain, I see the tattos on her flesh\nBut I ain't tryna hurt her cause I always been the best\nAt makin' my shawty feel it, till she feel it in her chest\nSex excellent, get 100 when I test\nIm a fan of her talent so I always been impressed\nSex in the city on my black satin sheets\nWet as hurricane Sandy on these Manhattan streets\nLit a few candles like my power hadnt reached\nThen I took her places that her last nigga hadnt reached\nBitch so bad, know her parents went through hell\nSmart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale\nI wanna touch her, not using my hands. Make her dance without using the bands\n\nCassie: Call me crazy, shit at least u calling\nFeels better when you let it out dont it boy\nKnow its easy to get caught up in the moment\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\n\nFab: The club poppin but she ain't tryna go there\nHer friends know where she going everytime she tell em no where\nIm the only one who get up in that VIP\nExplain My money grown baby ain't no need to see I.D\nSlide her somethin' just to come through, host money\nAt least niggas know you getting to the most money\nClub my place, u wear what u wanna wear\nBut you over dressed if you wearing underwear\nNow turn up, couple Js to burn up\nCouple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out\nWhere I live on Sunday, Your place Monday\nHer hand in my pants, Call it Al Bundy\nPull it out like a pistol yo\nKissing on the balls like the dick a mistle toe\nTold her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo\nBad Bitch, good girl around Christmas doe. (Nice!)\n\nCall me crazy, shit at least u calling\nFeels better when you let it out dont it boy\nKnow its easy to get caught up in the moment\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\n\nPussy sweeter than some fresh fruit\nShe gushing, I drink the best juice\nIma drink it till nothing left too\nAnd she playing with herself too\nI been thinking bout her all day\nShe perform like its Broadway\nYeah we hop in the range\nShe off topping the brain, got the windows down. Broad day\nJust Look at her spectacular\nThrow her on the stove, flip her like a spatula\nOther niggas want her but u see them niggas wack to her\nSide bitch trippin cause I never get back to her\nMy bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her\nShe said Trigga why I never see u with a bad bitch?\nThats just me and all these other bitches average\n100% real, all these bitches is plastic\nMoroccan Goddess, walk like she need her ass kissed.\n(Walk like she need her ass kissed)\nDiced pinapples, Super fine at you\nAnd she giving head, she throwing her mind at you\nFuck these other bitches, nigga she dont mind that you do\nI just wanna watch, I ain't talking time at you dudes\nNever fakin', why they hella front?\nKeep it real with her, yeah thats all she ever want\nSomething bout the alchemy, she dont never disappoint\nLondon on the Balcony, we bout to smoke another joint\nMiami on the Yacht, She pullin on my pistol saying how she love my cock\nMetaphoric bliss, shawty you the shit\nCouple days with her man thats all I ever get\nAnd she got a lil sister, thats all she ever with\nGame like a nigga man thats all she ever spit\nMontreal was our first time\nSwear her pussy just like the first line\nScars on my back, she left a couple there\nSpend a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pairs\nTry to bag mine? my nigga I double dare\nNever retract statements nigga im never scared\nNiggas be switching up but nigga im never weird\nBack on another leer\nI leave u niggas here, all in another year\nAll in another lane, all in another gear\nAll of u niggas lame, all of u niggas here\nListen up, bitch niggas bitchin' up\nGuess u doing what u supposed to\nLet a real nigga hold u\nBack to my babygirl tho\nI just need u in my world yo\n\nCall me crazy, shit at least u calling\nFeels better when you let it out dont it boy\nKnow its easy to get caught up in the moment\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nCause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Diced Pineapples 🅴\n artist: Fabolous | Trey Songz | Cassie\n album: The Soul Tape 2\n duration_ms: 330000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Shawty so cold, Pussy winter fresh\n Reservations to eat & you my dinner guest\n Shawty clean up nice. Never been a mess\n Could take a little pain, I see the tattos on her flesh\n But I ain't tryna hurt her cause I always been the best\n At makin' my shawty feel it, till she feel it in her chest\n Sex excellent, get 100 when I test\n Im a fan of her talent so I always been impressed\n Sex in the city on my black satin sheets\n Wet as hurricane Sandy on these Manhattan streets\n Lit a few candles like my power hadnt reached\n Then I took her places that her last nigga hadnt reached\n Bitch so bad, know her parents went through hell\n Smart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale\n I wanna touch her, not using my hands. Make her dance without using the bands\n\n Cassie: Call me crazy, shit at least u calling\n Feels better when you let it out dont it boy\n Know its easy to get caught up in the moment\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n\n Fab: The club poppin but she ain't tryna go there\n Her friends know where she going everytime she tell em no where\n Im the only one who get up in that VIP\n Explain My money grown baby ain't no need to see I.D\n Slide her somethin' just to come through, host money\n At least niggas know you getting to the most money\n Club my place, u wear what u wanna wear\n But you over dressed if you wearing underwear\n Now turn up, couple Js to burn up\n Couple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out\n Where I live on Sunday, Your place Monday\n Her hand in my pants, Call it Al Bundy\n Pull it out like a pistol yo\n Kissing on the balls like the dick a mistle toe\n Told her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo\n Bad Bitch, good girl around Christmas doe. (Nice!)\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least u calling\n Feels better when you let it out dont it boy\n Know its easy to get caught up in the moment\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n\n Pussy sweeter than some fresh fruit\n She gushing, I drink the best juice\n Ima drink it till nothing left too\n And she playing with herself too\n I been thinking bout her all day\n She perform like its Broadway\n Yeah we hop in the range\n She off topping the brain, got the windows down. Broad day\n Just Look at her spectacular\n Throw her on the stove, flip her like a spatula\n Other niggas want her but u see them niggas wack to her\n Side bitch trippin cause I never get back to her\n My bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her\n She said Trigga why I never see u with a bad bitch?\n Thats just me and all these other bitches average\n 100% real, all these bitches is plastic\n Moroccan Goddess, walk like she need her ass kissed.\n (Walk like she need her ass kissed)\n Diced pinapples, Super fine at you\n And she giving head, she throwing her mind at you\n Fuck these other bitches, nigga she dont mind that you do\n I just wanna watch, I ain't talking time at you dudes\n Never fakin', why they hella front?\n Keep it real with her, yeah thats all she ever want\n Something bout the alchemy, she dont never disappoint\n London on the Balcony, we bout to smoke another joint\n Miami on the Yacht, She pullin on my pistol saying how she love my cock\n Metaphoric bliss, shawty you the shit\n Couple days with her man thats all I ever get\n And she got a lil sister, thats all she ever with\n Game like a nigga man thats all she ever spit\n Montreal was our first time\n Swear her pussy just like the first line\n Scars on my back, she left a couple there\n Spend a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pairs\n Try to bag mine? my nigga I double dare\n Never retract statements nigga im never scared\n Niggas be switching up but nigga im never weird\n Back on another leer\n I leave u niggas here, all in another year\n All in another lane, all in another gear\n All of u niggas lame, all of u niggas here\n Listen up, bitch niggas bitchin' up\n Guess u doing what u supposed to\n Let a real nigga hold u\n Back to my babygirl tho\n I just need u in my world yo\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least u calling\n Feels better when you let it out dont it boy\n Know its easy to get caught up in the moment\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Cause u say it when u mad & you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n"},{"id":20665585,"name":"Diced Pineapples (Ft. 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Trey Songz & Cassie)\n artist: Fabolous\n album: Soul Tape 2\n duration_ms: 330000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Diced pineapple,\n Tonight you shall reach a height that the sky won't catch you\n The highest form of my admiration\n And I ain't no connoisseur but I'm kinda sure you will admire my taste\n But before the sun graze ya\n I'm tryin' to see how deep you are\n And believe me shorty I ain't talking about no intimate conversation\n I wanna see if I can make you reach things unobtainable\n When I peek into your nature\n And I promise you my goals will exceed any physical pleasure\n I wanna, give you what's better than better\n The better my effort, the wetter her treasure\n The more these mere moments seem like heavens or temporary forevers\n Shorty get it together\n Diced pineapple\n May your love come down so my mind might have you\n You designed my imagination\n Let me redefine foreplay so you need five and\n Tell me shorty you got it baby\n If it's not it baby, hope it's progress baby\n Let it all drip baby\n If you stop that shaking, no more talking baby, no more talking baby\n\n Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh\n Diced pineapples that my baby tastes the best\n I nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test\n Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex\n Paid it off CASH so I never wrote a check\n Leave my cars at her crib I'm just stuntin' on her ex\n Pussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess\n I love to make her toes curl as I'm lickin' on her flesh uh\n Sex all night couple shots of Ciroc\n Crib on the water got LeBron up the block\n MONEY ain't a thing, baby welcome to the Mark\n Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar\n Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sing her\n Uniform ISABEL MARANT when you on the team\n Double MG them other niggas fell off,\n Baby girl I just wanna see you well off\n\n Call me crazy shit at least you're calling\n Feels better when you let it out don't it girl\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n\n Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh\n Diced pineapples I just bought my girl a set\n I know my lifestyle wild, I do it for the set\n She know how to make me smile and she do it with the sex\n Pop bottles, make love, thug passion, red bottoms, Moncler, high fashion\n Belt buckles, door handles, GOLD PLATED, Balmain rich denim, out Vegas\n French Riviera baby girl lets take a trip\n I'ma trip go to Cannes France to catch a flick\n Baby listen, this position is a blessing and with your permission\n Hopefully you'll learn a lesson\n I'm so fly that I shouldn't even walk.\n She so fine she ain't even gotta talk\n Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar\n She never wrote a song but I know that she's a star\n\n Call me crazy shit at least you're calling\n Feels better when you let it out don't it girl\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n\n Something about her probably can't live without her\n ROLL UP some sour, let me kiss on a fountain\n Mission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate\n And I won't ever rest 'til we meet at the peak of your mountain\n Eager to show you, thinking that I should know you\n And you eager to work perfect, I can employ you\n Designer shit spoil you, rub you down with the oil\n To get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia\n Hol' up, showing off some Agent provocateur\n Rushing you out your draws, though patiently get you off\n Hate when they get too anxious though, hate when they be too dull\n Like to get too deep but I hate to get too deeply involved\n How sweet is you, let me see some proof\n Fuck making pussy talk, I like to make it sing a tune\n All we need is we, we don't need no room\n Right now I'm trying eat, and we don't need a spoon\n\n Call me crazy shit at least you're calling\n Feels better when you let it out don't it girl\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n"},{"id":25944290,"name":"10 Fabolous - Diced Pineapples (Feat. 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By Cardiak]\n artist: Fabolous\n album: The Soul Tape 2\n duration_ms: 330296\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hello, what you doing tonight?\n Oh shit\n\n Shawty so cold, pussy winter fresh\n Reservations to eat and you my dinner guest\n Shawty clean up nice, never been a mess\n Could take a lil pain I see them tattoos in her flesh\n But I ain't tryna hurt her cause I always been the best\n At making my shawty feel it till she feel it in her chest\n\n Sex excellent, get a hundred when I test\n I'm a fan of her talent so I always been impressed\n Sex in the City on my black satin sheets\n Wet as Hurricane Sandy on these Manhattan streets\n Lit a few candles like my power hadn't reached\n Then I took it places that her last nigga hadn't reached\n Bitch so bad know her parents went through hell\n Smart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale\n I wanna touch her, not using my hands\n\n Make her dance without using the bands\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least you call me\n Feels better when you let it out don't it boy?\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you're mad and you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n\n The club poppin' but she ain't tryna go there\n Her friends know where she going every time she tell 'em nowhere\n I'm the only one that get up in that VIP\n My money grown baby ain't no need to see ID\n\n Slide her something just to come through, host money\n At least niggas know you getting to the most money\n\n Club my place you wear what you wanna wear\n\n But you over dressed if you wearing underwear\n Now turn up, couple Js to burn up\n Couple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out\n Where I live on Sunday, your place Monday\n Her hand in my pants, call it Al Bundy\n Pull it out like a pistol yo\n Kissing on the balls like the dick a mistletoe\n Told her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo\n Bad bitch, good girl around Christmas though, nice\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least you call me\n Feels better when you let it out don't it boy?\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you're mad and you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n\n Pussy sweeter than some fresh fruit\n She gushin' I drink the best juice\n I'ma drink until nothing left to\n And she playin' with herself too\n\n I been thinking bout her all day\n She perform like it's Broadway\n\n Yeah we hop in the Range, she off top with the brain\n Got the windows down broad day\n\n Just look at her spectacular\n Throw her on the stove, flip her like a spatula\n Other niggas want her but you see them niggas wack to her\n Side bitch trippin' cause I don't ever get back to her\n My bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her\n She said Trigga why I never see you with a bad bitch?\n That's just me then all these other bitches average\n 100% Real, all these bitches is plastic\n Moroccan goddess she walk like she need her ass kissed\n\n Walk like she need her ass kissed\n Diced pineapples, super fine at you\n If she giving head she throwing her mind at you\n Fuck these other bitches nigga she don't mind that you do\n Might just wanna watch I ain't talking time that you do's\n Never fakin', why they hella frontin'?\n Keep it real with her yeah that's all she ever want\n Something about that alchemy, she don't ever disappoint\n London on the balcony we 'bout to smoke another joint\n\n Miami on the yacht\n She pulling on my pistol saying how she love my cock\n Metaphoric bliss, shawty you the shit\n Couple days with her man that's all I ever get\n Yeah she got a lil sister, that's all she ever with\n Game like a nigga man that's all she ever spit\n\n Montreal was our first time\n Swear pussy just like the first line\n Scars on my back, she done left a couple there\n Spent a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pairs\n Try to bag mine, my nigga I double dare\n Never retract statements nigga I'm never scared\n Niggas be switching up but nigga I'm never weird\n\n Back on another Lear\n I leave you niggas here, all in another year\n All in another lane, all in another gear\n All of you niggas lame, all of you niggas here\n Listen up, bitch niggas bitchin' up\n\n Guess you doing what you supposed to\n Let a real nigga hold you\n\n Back to my baby girl though\n I just need you in my world yo\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least you call me\n Feels better when you let it out don't it boy?\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you're mad and you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n"},{"id":15932832,"name":"Diced Pineapples (feat. 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Fabolous & Trey Songz)\n artist: Cassie\n album: Dope 'n Diamonds (Mixtape)\n duration_ms: 330371\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Diced pineapple,\n Tonight you shall reach a height that the sky won't catch you\n The highest form of my admiration\n And I ain't no connoisseur but I'm kinda sure you will admire my taste\n But before the sun graze ya\n I'm tryin' to see how deep you are\n And believe me shorty I ain't talking about no intimate conversation\n I wanna see if I can make you reach things unobtainable\n When I peek into your nature\n And I promise you my goals will exceed any physical pleasure\n I wanna, give you what's better than better\n The better my effort, the wetter her treasure\n The more these mere moments seem like heavens or temporary forevers\n Shorty get it together\n Diced pineapple\n May your love come down so my mind might have you\n You designed my imagination\n Let me redefine foreplay so you need five and\n Tell me shorty you got it baby\n If it's not it baby, hope it's progress baby\n Let it all drip baby\n If you stop that shaking, no more talking baby, no more talking baby\n\n Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh\n Diced pineapples that my baby tastes the best\n I nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test\n Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex\n Paid it off CASH so I never wrote a check\n Leave my cars at her crib I'm just stuntin' on her ex\n Pussy's excellent and I know it sound a mess\n I love to make her toes curl as I'm lickin' on her flesh uh\n Sex all night couple shots of Ciroc\n Crib on the water got LeBron up the block\n MONEY ain't a thing, baby welcome to the Mark\n Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar\n Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sing her\n Uniform ISABEL MARANT when you on the team\n Double MG them other niggas fell off,\n Baby girl I just wanna see you well off\n\n Call me crazy shit at least you're calling\n Feels better when you let it out don't it girl\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n\n Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh\n Diced pineapples I just bought my girl a set\n I know my lifestyle wild, I do it for the set\n She know how to make me smile and she do it with the sex\n Pop bottles, make love, thug passion, red bottoms, Moncler, high fashion\n Belt buckles, door handles, GOLD PLATED, Balmain rich denim, out Vegas\n French Riviera baby girl lets take a trip\n I'ma trip go to Cannes France to catch a flick\n Baby listen, this position is a blessing and with your permission\n Hopefully you'll learn a lesson\n I'm so fly that I shouldn't even walk.\n She so fine she ain't even gotta talk\n Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar\n She never wrote a song but I know that she's a star\n\n Call me crazy shit at least you're calling\n Feels better when you let it out don't it girl\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you mad then you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n Then we fuck all night til things get right\n\n Something about her probably can't live without her\n ROLL UP some sour, let me kiss on a fountain\n Mission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate\n And I won't ever rest 'til we meet at the peak of your mountain\n Eager to show you, thinking that I should know you\n And you eager to work perfect, I can employ you\n Designer shit spoil you, rub you down with the oil\n To get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia\n Hol' up, showing off some Agent provocateur\n Rushing you out your draws, though patiently get you off\n Hate when they get too anxious though, hate when they be too dull\n Like to get too deep but I hate to get too deeply involved\n How sweet is you, let me see some proof\n Fuck making pussy talk, I like to make it sing a tune\n All we need is we, we don't need no room\n 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something just to come through, host money\nAt least niggas know you getting to the most money\n\nClub my place you wear what you wanna wear\n\nBut you over dressed if you wearing underwear\nNow turn up, couple Js to burn up\nCouple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out\nWhere I live on Sunday, your place Monday\nHer hand in my pants, call it Al Bundy\nPull it out like a pistol yo\nKissing on the balls like the dick a mistletoe\nTold her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo\nBad bitch, good girl around Christmas though, nice\n\nCall me crazy, shit at least you call me\nFeels better when you let it out don't it boy?\nKnow it's easy to get caught up in the moment\nWhen you say it cause you're mad and you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\n\nPussy sweeter than some fresh fruit\nShe gushin' I drink the best juice\nI'ma drink until nothing left to\nAnd she playin' with herself too\n\nI been thinking bout her all day\nShe perform like it's Broadway\n\nYeah we hop in the Range, she off top with the brain\nGot the windows down broad day\n\nJust look at her spectacular\nThrow her on the stove, flip her like a spatula\nOther niggas want her but you see them niggas wack to her\nSide bitch trippin' cause I don't ever get back to her\nMy bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her\nShe said Trigga why I never see you with a bad bitch?\nThat's just me then all these other bitches average\n100% Real, all these bitches is plastic\nMoroccan goddess she walk like she need her ass kissed\n\nWalk like she need her ass kissed\nDiced pineapples, super fine at you\nIf she giving head she throwing her mind at you\nFuck these other bitches nigga she don't mind that you do\nMight just wanna watch I ain't talking time that you do's\nNever fakin', why they hella frontin'?\nKeep it real with her yeah that's all she ever want\nSomething about that alchemy, she don't ever disappoint\nLondon on the balcony we 'bout to smoke another joint\n\nMiami on the yacht\nShe pulling on my pistol saying how she love my cock\nMetaphoric bliss, shawty you the shit\nCouple days with her man that's all I ever get\nYeah she got a lil sister, that's all she ever with\nGame like a nigga man that's all she ever spit\n\nMontreal was our first time\nSwear pussy just like the first line\nScars on my back, she done left a couple there\nSpent a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pairs\nTry to bag mine, my nigga I double dare\nNever retract statements nigga I'm never scared\nNiggas be switching up but nigga I'm never weird\n\nBack on another Lear\nI leave you niggas here, all in another year\nAll in another lane, all in another gear\nAll of you niggas lame, all of you niggas here\nListen up, bitch niggas bitchin' up\n\nGuess you doing what you supposed to\nLet a real nigga hold you\n\nBack to my baby girl though\nI just need you in my world yo\n\nCall me crazy, shit at least you call me\nFeels better when you let it out don't it boy?\nKnow it's easy to get caught up in the moment\nWhen you say it cause you're mad and you take it all back\nThen we fuck all night till things get right\nThen we fuck all night till things get right","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Diced Pineapples (Featuring Trey Songz & Cassie) [Produced by Cardiak]\n artist: Fabolous\n album: The Soul Tape 2\n duration_ms: 330318\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Hello, what you doing tonight?\n Oh shit\n\n Shawty so cold, pussy winter fresh\n Reservations to eat and you my dinner guest\n Shawty clean up nice, never been a mess\n Could take a lil pain I see them tattoos in her flesh\n But I ain't tryna hurt her cause I always been the best\n At making my shawty feel it till she feel it in her chest\n\n Sex excellent, get a hundred when I test\n I'm a fan of her talent so I always been impressed\n Sex in the City on my black satin sheets\n Wet as Hurricane Sandy on these Manhattan streets\n Lit a few candles like my power hadn't reached\n Then I took it places that her last nigga hadn't reached\n Bitch so bad know her parents went through hell\n Smart mouth when we argue, you would swear she went to Yale\n I wanna touch her, not using my hands\n\n Make her dance without using the bands\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least you call me\n Feels better when you let it out don't it boy?\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you're mad and you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n\n The club poppin' but she ain't tryna go there\n Her friends know where she going every time she tell 'em nowhere\n I'm the only one that get up in that VIP\n My money grown baby ain't no need to see ID\n\n Slide her something just to come through, host money\n At least niggas know you getting to the most money\n\n Club my place you wear what you wanna wear\n\n But you over dressed if you wearing underwear\n Now turn up, couple Js to burn up\n Couple spots to hide out, now let that playlist ride out\n Where I live on Sunday, your place Monday\n Her hand in my pants, call it Al Bundy\n Pull it out like a pistol yo\n Kissing on the balls like the dick a mistletoe\n Told her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo\n Bad bitch, good girl around Christmas though, nice\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least you call me\n Feels better when you let it out don't it boy?\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you're mad and you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n\n Pussy sweeter than some fresh fruit\n She gushin' I drink the best juice\n I'ma drink until nothing left to\n And she playin' with herself too\n\n I been thinking bout her all day\n She perform like it's Broadway\n\n Yeah we hop in the Range, she off top with the brain\n Got the windows down broad day\n\n Just look at her spectacular\n Throw her on the stove, flip her like a spatula\n Other niggas want her but you see them niggas wack to her\n Side bitch trippin' cause I don't ever get back to her\n My bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her\n She said Trigga why I never see you with a bad bitch?\n That's just me then all these other bitches average\n 100% Real, all these bitches is plastic\n Moroccan goddess she walk like she need her ass kissed\n\n Walk like she need her ass kissed\n Diced pineapples, super fine at you\n If she giving head she throwing her mind at you\n Fuck these other bitches nigga she don't mind that you do\n Might just wanna watch I ain't talking time that you do's\n Never fakin', why they hella frontin'?\n Keep it real with her yeah that's all she ever want\n Something about that alchemy, she don't ever disappoint\n London on the balcony we 'bout to smoke another joint\n\n Miami on the yacht\n She pulling on my pistol saying how she love my cock\n Metaphoric bliss, shawty you the shit\n Couple days with her man that's all I ever get\n Yeah she got a lil sister, that's all she ever with\n Game like a nigga man that's all she ever spit\n\n Montreal was our first time\n Swear pussy just like the first line\n Scars on my back, she done left a couple there\n Spent a couple stacks, I done bought a couple pairs\n Try to bag mine, my nigga I double dare\n Never retract statements nigga I'm never scared\n Niggas be switching up but nigga I'm never weird\n\n Back on another Lear\n I leave you niggas here, all in another year\n All in another lane, all in another gear\n All of you niggas lame, all of you niggas here\n Listen up, bitch niggas bitchin' up\n\n Guess you doing what you supposed to\n Let a real nigga hold you\n\n Back to my baby girl though\n I just need you in my world yo\n\n Call me crazy, shit at least you call me\n Feels better when you let it out don't it boy?\n Know it's easy to get caught up in the moment\n When you say it cause you're mad and you take it all back\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n Then we fuck all night till things get right\n"}]