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
Cooking 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!
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
Drink a Cherry Cola lime

Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
And all the dope fiends
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Zooming my miles in gold hoops
You like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool
White lines, pretty daddy, go ski it
You snort it like a champ,
Like the winter we're not in
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
Drink a Cherry Cola lime
Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
And all the dope fiends
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo!
We could get high in Miami, uh, uh
Dance the night away
People never die in Miami, uh, uh
That's what they all say!
(You believe me, don't you baby?)
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
Drink a Cherry Cola lime
Prison don't mean nothing to me,
If you'll be by my
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
All the Floridians like
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
All the Colombians like
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
And all my girlfriends
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
That's how we do it like
Oh, oh, pretty baby
White lines, pretty baby
Gold teeth, pretty baby
Dance the night away!