Letra da Música Florida Kilos de Miguel Lofresi

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

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 s

Yayo, yayo, yayo
And all the dope fiends
Yayo, yayo, yayo

Zoomin' 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

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 s

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
Drink a Cherry Cola lime
Prison don't mean nothing to me
If you'll be by my s

Yayo, yayo, yayo
All the Floridians say
"Yayo, yayo, yayo"
All the Colombians say
"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