Florida Kilos
White lines, pretty baby, tattoos
Don't know what they mean
They're special, just for you
White palms, baking powder on the stove
Cookin' up a dream,
Turnin' diamonds into snow
I feel you, pretty baby, feel me
Turn it up hot, lovin' 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 somethin' for ya
We could see the kilos
On the keys, baby, oh yeah
Guns in the summertime
Drink a Cherry Cola lime
Prison isn't nothin' to me
If you'll be by my side
Yayo, yayo, yayo
And all the **** 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 gold skin
You snort it like a champ,
Like the winter we're not in
Come on down to Florida
I got somethin' for ya
We could see the kilos
On the keys, baby, oh yeah
Guns in the summertime
Drink a Cherry Cola lime
Prison isn't nothing to me
If you'll be by my side
Yayo, yayo, yayo
And all the **** fiends
Yayo, yayo, yayo
We could get high in Miami, ohh
Dance the night away
People never die in Miami, ohh
That's what they all say,
(You believe me, don't you baby?)
Come on down to Florida
I got somethin' for ya
We could see the kilos
On the keys, baby, oh yeah
Guns in the summertime
Drink a Cherry Cola lime
Prison don't mean nothing to me
If you'll be by my
Yayo, yayo, yayo
All the Floridians say
Yayo, yayo, yayo
All the Colombians say
Yayo, yayo, yayo
And all my girlfriends
Yayo, yayo, yayo
That's how we do it like
Mm, pretty baby
White lines, pretty baby
Gold teeth, pretty baby,yeah
Dance the night away