Florida Kilos
White lines, pretty baby, tattoosDon't know what they meanThey're special just for youWhite lines, baking powder on the stoveCookin’ up a dream, turning diamonds into snow
I feel you, pretty baby, feel meTurn it up hot, loving you is freeI like it down, like it down way lowBut you already know that, you already know
Come on down to Florida, I got something for yaWe could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh yaGuns in the summertime, Chic-a-Cherry Cola limePrison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my side
Yayo, yayo, yayoAnd all the dope fiendsYayo, yayo, yayo
Mhm in my mouth and gold hoopsYou like your little baby like you like your drinks, coolWhite lines, pretty daddy go skiingYou snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in
Come on down to Florida, I got something for yaWe could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh yaGuns in the summertime, Chic-a-Cherry Cola limePrison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my side
Yayo, yayo, yayoAnd all the dope fiendsYayo, yayo, yayo
We could get high in Miami, dance the night awayPeople never die in Miami, that's what they all say(You believe me, don't you baby?)
Come on down to Florida, I got something for yaWe could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh yaGuns in the summertime, Chic-a-Cherry Cola limePrison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my side
Yayo, yayo, yayoAll the Floridians likeYayo, yayo, yayoAll the Colombians likeYayo, yayo, yayoAnd all my girlfriendsYayo, yayo, yayoThat's how we do it, babe
Mm-mm, pretty babyWhite lines, pretty babyGold teeth, pretty babyDance the night away