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

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 ya

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 dope fiends

Yayo, yayo, yayo



Zoomin' my miles in gold hoops

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

White lines, pretty daddy, go ski it

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 ya

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 dope fiends

Yayo, yayo, yayo



We could get high in Miami, dance the night away

People 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 ya

We could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh ya

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 like

Yayo, yayo, yayo

All the Colombians like

Yayo, yayo, yayo

And all my girlfriends

Yayo, yayo, yayo



That's how we do it, Annotatelike

Mm-mm, pretty baby

White lines, pretty baby

Gold teeth, pretty baby

Dance the night away