Seth Kaufman - Florida Kilos lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] Yayo, yayo, yayo And all the dope fiends Yayo, yayo, yayo [Verse 3] Sun 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, like the winter we're not in [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] Yayo, yayo, yayo And all the dope fiends Yayo, yayo, yayo [Bridge] 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?) [Pre-Chorus - Variation] 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 don't mean nothing to me if you'll be by my side [Chorus - Variation] Yayo, yayo, yayo All the Floridians like Yayo, yayo, yayo All the Colombians like Yayo, yayo, yayo And all my girlfriends Yayo, yayo, yayo [Outro] That's how we do it, like Mm-mm, pretty baby White lines, pretty baby Gold teeth, pretty baby Dance the night away