| Song | Diced Pineapples - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Rick Ross |
| Artist | Drake |
| Artist | Wale |
| Album | God Forgives, I Don't |
| 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[Verse 2: Rick Ross] | |
| 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 | |
| LexPaid 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 | |
| CirocCrib on the water, got | |
| LeBron up the block | |
| Money ain't the thing baby, welcome to the | |
| MarkDiced 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[Hook: Drake] | |
| Call me crazy -- shit, 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 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[Verse 3: Rick Ross] | |
| 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 | |
| VegasFrench | |
| 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[Hook][Verse 4: Wale] | |
| 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 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 don’t need no room | |
| Right now | |
| I’m trying eat, we don’t need a spoon[Hook] |
| 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 Verse 2: Rick Ross | |
| 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 | |
| LexPaid 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 | |
| CirocCrib on the water, got | |
| LeBron up the block | |
| Money ain' t the thing baby, welcome to the | |
| MarkDiced 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 Hook: Drake | |
| Call me crazy shit, 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 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 Verse 3: Rick Ross | |
| 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 | |
| VegasFrench | |
| 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 Hook Verse 4: Wale | |
| 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 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 don' t need no room | |
| Right now | |
| I' m trying eat, we don' t need a spoon Hook |