Lana Del Rey France

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
Cookin’ 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, 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
 
Mhm 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, let the winner, winner 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, 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, 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, Chic-a-Cherry Cola lime
Prison isn't 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, babe
 
Mm-mm, pretty baby
White lines, pretty baby
Gold teeth, pretty baby
Dance the night away

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