Bow Wow - Diced Pineapples (Freestyle) lyrics

rate me

You fuckin’ with that nigga

Girl you made the right chose

My hands are in your pants

I know to get that thing moist

Grown tuck shorty, shit that girl a woman

She said I’m the only one

I ain’t no motherfuckin’ dummy

Keeps it pimpin’, pimpin’ to the core

Top a nigga’ off with some Christian Dior

Wheeled in hummers drop hands for the summer

Rovers in the winters, escalades is just for beginners

Look, she’s smoke too, just like me, we get along great

Discussions over wine, tell me ‘bout your long day

She say work got her stressed

Well, let me help you out that dress

And I don’t mean to preach

But your pussy shall be blessed

Kissing down your back, molly got her relaxed

Chills down that body, I’d get that ass a smack

Sex on the beach, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout the drink

Knocking dishes over got her on my kitchen sink

She say “Bow, you’re a beast”

I tell her “Yeah, I know”

Them hoes let my swag maybe ‘cause I’m from the O

Smokin' on somthin while she rubbin’ on my chest

… dick good, she replies with a ‘yes’

I’m so deep in it, got her so wet

I’mma fuck around and sink in it

We in the bathroom doing the most

I got the Trojan can’t get burned like toast

I don’t know what it is about us

Shorty keep me coming back

Have fun every time I'm wit' her

And if my girl found out I know she’d have a heart attack

What she don’t know wont hurt her

No, what she don’t know won’t hurt her.

Thanks to lagabs for correcting these lyrics