Lana Del Rey - Florida Kilos lyrics
Lana Del Rey [Elizabeth Woolridge Grant] New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lana Del Rey - Florida Kilos lyrics]
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
(Fuck)
Come on down to Florida
I got something 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 (Fuck)
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 (Fuck)
Come on down to Florida
I got something 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 (Yay)
(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 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 yeah, yeah, yeah
Dance the night away
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
(Fuck)
Come on down to Florida
I got something 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 (Fuck)
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 (Fuck)
Come on down to Florida
I got something 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 (Yay)
(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 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 yeah, yeah, yeah
Dance the night away