Florida Kilos

White lines, pretty baby, tattoos

Don't know what they mean

They're special just for you

White lines, baking powder on the stove

Cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow

I feel you, pretty baby, feel me

Turn it up hot, loving you is free

I like it down, like it down way low

But you already know that, you already know

Come on down to Florida

I got something for ya

We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh yeah

Guns in the summer time

Chic-a-cherry cola lime

Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my side

Yayo, yayo, yayo

And all the dope fiends

Yayo, yayo, yayo

Sun in my mouth and gold hoops

You like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool

White lines, pretty daddy, go skiing

You snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in

Come on down to Florida

I got something for ya

We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh yeah

Guns in the summer time

Chic-a-cherry cola lime

Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my side

Yayo, yayo, yayo

And all the dope fiends

Yayo, yayo, yayo

We could get high in Miami, ooh

Dance the night away

People never die in Miami, ooh

That's what they all say

You believe me don't you, baby?

Come on down to Florida

I got something for ya

We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh yeah

Guns in the summer time

Chic-a-cherry cola lime

Prison don't mean nothing to me if you'll be by my side

Yayo, yayo, yayo

All the Floridians like

Yayo, yayo, yayo

All the Colombians like

Yayo, yayo, yayo

And all my girlfriends

Yayo, yayo, yayo

That's how we do it like

Mmm-mm, pretty baby

White lines, pretty baby

Gold teeth, pretty baby, yeah, yeah

Dance the night away