Diced Pineapples Lyrics - Mysonne

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(Verse)
Mommy know she bad, I ain’t got to tell her that,
She ain’t buying gas, so I ain’t trying sell her that.
I don’t chase the cuff, I’m defending that
The bond nigger check for the night and then send her back.
She remember that night her whole lifetime,
Alone, struggle, like I write rhymes.
YOLO, so let’s have a nice time,
We can go slo-mo, let’s have some white wine.

Diced pineapples on the table,
While I’m licking on a neighbor.
Pretty laced panties, Vikky on her label,
We’re going in like some shit you see on the cable.
She is able, foxy as hell,
And that fox got me locked in the spell.
It tastes like peaches, but it didn’t got a smell,
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I don’t trick, but she can get any dollar bill.

For real, it feel like heaven,
I feel like a reverend.
Our bodies making marriage,
It feel like a wedding,
We’re from three till like seven.
Damn, that thing so addictive,
It got so much cream, so I licked it.
It taste like body peak and mixed with diced pineapples,
Delicious.

I wish this night wouldn’t end,
But it is, so I ain’t gonna pretend.
I’m starting to see light out again,
So I’m going with the wind.
I wish this night wouldn’t end,
But it is, so I ain’t gonna pretend.
I’m starting to see light out again,
So I’m going with the wind.





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