Florida Kilos lyrics by Lana Del Rey

  • Artist: Lana Del Rey
  • Album: Ultraviolence (Deluxe Edition) (2014)

"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

Cookin’ 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 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

 

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 skiing

You snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in

 

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

 

Yayo, yayo, yayo

And all the dope fiends

Yayo, yayo, yayo

 

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?)

 

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

 

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Dance the night away

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