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 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 and the summertime Chica, cherry, cola, lime Prison isn't nothin' to me If you'll be my side Yayo, yayo, yayo And 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 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 Columbians 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