Karaoké Florida Kilos Lana Del Rey

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 or the Keys

Baby oh yeah

Guns in the summertime

Chic-a-Cherry Cola lime

Prison isn't nothin' to me if you'll be by my side

Yayo

Yayo

Yayo

And all the dope fiends

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

Go skiin'

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 nothin' 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

Ho ho ho

Dance the night away

People never die in Miami

Oh ho ho

That's what they all say yay

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 nothin' 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

Mmh mmh pretty baby

White lines pretty baby

Gold teeth pretty baby

Dance the night away