Lana Del Rey - Florida Kilos Lyrics
White lines, pretty baby, tattoosDon't know what they mean, they're special, just for youWhite palms, baking powder on the stoveCooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snowI feel you, pretty baby, feel meTurn it up hot, loving you is freeI like it down, like it down way lowBut you already know thatYou already knowCome on down to FloridaI got something for yaWe could see the kilos on the keys, baby, oh yaGourds in the summertimeChic-a-Cherry Cola limePrison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my s-Yayo, yayo, yayoAnd all the dope fiendsYayo, yayo, yayoZoom in my miles and gold hoopsYou like your little baby like you like your drinks, coolWhite lines, pretty daddy, go skiingYou snort it like a champ, like the winner when I'm in it...Come on down to FloridaI got something for yaWe could see the kilos on the keys, baby, oh yaGourds in the summertimeChic-a-Cherry Cola limePrison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my s-Yayo, yayo, yayoAnd all the dope fiendsYayo, yayo, yayoWe could get high in Miami or dance the night awayEven when I die in Miami, that's what they all say(You believe me, don't you baby?)Yayo, yayo, yayoAnd all the dope fiendsYayo, yayo, yayoYayo, yayo, yayoAnd all the Floridians sayYayo, yayo, yayoAll the Columbians sayYayo, yayo, yayoAnd all my girlfriendsYayo, yayo, yayoThat's how I do itCome on, pretty babyWhite lines, pretty babyGold teeth, pretty babyDance the night away
