Florida Kilos

Lana Del Rey

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.











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Come on down to Florida,
 I got somethin' for ya.
 We could see the kilos,
 On the keys, baby, oh yeah.

Guns and the summertime,
 Chica, cherry, cola, lime.
 Prison isn't nothin' to me,
 If you'll be my side.

Yayo, yayo, yayo,
 And all the dope things,
 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 goes,
 "Kid, you snort it like a champ,
 Like the winner, winner in."

Come on down to Florida,
 I got somethin' for ya.
 We could see the kilos,
 On the keys, baby, oh yeah.

Guns and the summertime,
 Chica, cherry, cola, lime.
 Prison isn't nothin' to me,
 If you'll be my side.

Yayo, yayo, yayo,
 And all the dope things,
 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 somethin' for ya.
 We could see the kilos,
 On the keys, baby, oh yeah.

Guns and the summertime,
 Chica, cherry, cola, lime.
 Prison don't mean nothin' 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 I do it like.

Mm, oh, pretty baby,
 White lines, pretty baby,
 Gold teeth, pretty baby, yeah,
 Dance the night away.