White lines, pretty baby, tattoosDon't know what they meanThey're special just for youWhite palms, baking powder on the stoveCooking up a dreamTurning diamonds into snowI feel you, pretty baby, feel meTurn it up hot, loving you is freeI like it down, like it down way lowBut you already know thatYou already knowCome on down to FloridaI got something for yaWe could see the kilos or the KeysBaby, oh, yeahGuns in the summertimeChica Cherry Cola limePrison isn't nothing to meIf you'll be by my sideYayo, yayo, yayoAnd all the dope fiendsYayo, yayo, yayoZoomin' my miles in gold hoopsYou like your little babyLike you like your drinks, coolWhite lines, pretty daddy, go ski itYou snort it like a champLike the winter we're not inCome on down to FloridaI got something for yaWe could see the kilos or the KeysBaby, oh, yeahGuns in the summertimeChica Cherry Cola limePrison isn't nothing to meIf you'll be by my sideYayo, yayo, yayoAnd all the dope fiendsYayo, yayo, yayoWe could get high in MiamiDance the night awayPeople never die in MiamiThat's what they all say(You believe me, don't you, baby?)Come on down to FloridaI got something for yaWe could see the kilos or the KeysBaby, oh, yeahGuns in the summertimeChica Cherry Cola limePrison don't mean nothing to meIf you'll be by myYayo, yayo, yayoAll the Floridians likeYayo, yayo, yayoAll the Colombians likeYayo, yayo, yayoAnd all my girlfriendsYayo, yayo, yayoThat's how I do it likeMm-mm, pretty babyWhite lines, pretty babyGold teeth, pretty babyDance the night away
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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, yeah
Guns in the summertime
Chica 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
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, yeah
Guns in the summertime
Chica 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, yeah
Guns in the summertime
Chica Cherry Cola lime
Prison don't mean nothing to me
If you'll be by my
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 I do it like
Mm-mm, pretty baby
White lines, pretty baby
Gold teeth, pretty baby
Dance the night away
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