Artist: Fabolous f/ Cassie, Trey Songz Album: The Soul Tape 2 Song: Diced Pineapples Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Cassie] Hello? What you doin tonight? Heh heh ha ha ha! Oh shit! [Verse One Fabolous] Shorty so cold, pussy winterfresh Reservations to eat, and you my dinner guest Shorty clean up nice, never been a mess To take a little paint I see them tattoos in her flesh But I ain't tryin to hurt her 'cause I always been the best At makin my shorty feel it 'til she feel it in her chest Sex excellent get a hundred when I test I'm a fan of her talents so I always been impressed +Sex And The City+ on my black satin sheets Wet as hurricane Sandy on these manhattan streets Lit a few candles like my power hadn't reached Then I took her places that her last nigga hasn't reached Bitch so bad know her parents went through hell Smart mouth when we argue you could swear she went to Yale I wanna touch her, not usin my hands Make her dance without usin the band [Chorus: Cassie] Call me crazy shit at least you're callin Feels better when you let it out don't it boy Know it's 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 Two Fabolous] The club poppin but, she ain't even go there Her friends know where she goin everytime she goin nowehere I'm the only one that get up in that V.I.P. My money grown baby ain't no need to see I.D. Slide her sum'n just to come through, host money At least niggas know you gettin to the most money Club my place you wear what you wanna wear But you over dressed if you wearin underwear Now turn up, couple j's to burn up Couple spots to hide out nowlet that playlist ride out Where I live on sunday? yo' place monday Her hand in my pants, call that Al Bundy Pull it out like a pistol yo, kissin on the balls like the dick a mistletoe Told her do that thing I like, bet she listen yo Bad bitch good girl around christmas though NICE!!! [Chorus: Cassie] Call me crazy shit at least you're callin Feels better when you let it out don't it girl Know it's 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 Three: Trey Songz] Pussy sweeter than some fresh fruit, she gushin I drink the best juice I'm a drink it 'til nothin left to, and she playin with herself too I've been thinkin 'bout her all day, she perform like it's Broadway Yeah we hop in the range she off top with the brain got the windows down broad day Just look at her spectacular Throw her on the stove, flip her like a spatula Other niggas want her but you see them niggas wack to her Side bitch trippin 'cause I don't never get back to her My bitch like bitches but none of my bitches bad to her And she's a trigger why I never seen you with a bad bitch And just meeting on these other bitches average A hundred percent real all these bitches is plastic Moroccan goddess she walk like she need her ass kissed Walks like she need her ass kissed Dice pineapples, super fine at you If she givin head she throwin her mind at you Fuck these other bitches nigga she don't mind that you do Might just wanna watch I ain't talkin time at you dudes Never fakin, why they hella frank Keep it real with her yeah that's all she ever wants Sum'n 'bout the outcoming, she don't never disapoint London on the balcony we 'bout to smoke another joint Miami on the yacht, she pullin on my pistol sayin how she love my cock Metaphoric bliss, shawty you the shit Couple days with her man that's all I ever get Yeah she got a little sister that's all she ever with Huh! Game like a nigga man that's all she ever spit Uh! Montreal was her first time, swear her pussy is like the first line Scars on my back, she a left couple there Spend a couple stacks, I done bought a couple there Tried to bag mine, my nigga I double dare Never retract statements nigga I'm never scared Niggas be switchin up but nigga I'm never weird Back on another leer I'll leave you niggas here, all in another year All in another lane, all in another gear All of you niggas lame, all of you niggas here Listen up bitch niggas bitchin up Uh! Guess you doin what you 'spoe to, let a real nigga hold you Back to my baby girl though, I just need you in my world yo [Chorus: Cassie] Call me crazy shit at least you're callin Feels better when you let it out don't it girl Know it's 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