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
 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
 Come on down to Florida, I got somethin' for ya
 We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh yeah
 Guns in the summertime, chic-a-Cherry Cola lime
 Prison isn't nothing to me, if you'll be by my side
 Yayo, yayo, yayo
 And all the dope fiends
 Yayo, yayo, yayo
 Strung 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
 Come on down to Florida, I got somethin' for ya
 We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh yeah
 Guns in the summertime, chic-a-Cherry Cola lime
 Prison isn't nothing to me, if you'll be by my side
 Yayo, yayo, yayo
 And all the dope fiends
 Yayo, yayo, yayo
 We could get high in Miami, ooh-ooh
 Dance the night away
 People never die in Miami, ooh-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 or the Keys, baby, oh yeah
 Guns in the summertime, chic-a-Cherry Cola lime
 Prison don't mean nothing 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 we do it, like
 Mm-mm, pretty baby
 White lines, pretty baby
 Gold teeth, pretty baby
 Dance the night away