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
On the keys, baby, oh yeah
Guns and the summertime
Chica, cherry, cola, lim
Prison isn’t nothin to me
If you’ll be my side
Yayo, yayo, yayo
And the dope things
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 goes
Kid, you snort it like a champ
Like the winner, winner in
Come on down to Florida
I got somethin for ya
We could see the kilos
On the keys, baby, oh yeah
Guns and the summertime
Chica, cherry, cola, lime
Prison isn’t nothin to me
If you’ll be my side
Yayo, yayo, yayo
And the dope things
Yayo, yayo, yayo
We could get high in Miami
Ooh, dance the night away
People never die in Miami
Ooh, that’s what they all say
(You believe me, don’t you baby?)
Come on down to Florida
I got somethin for ya
We could see the kilos
On the keys, baby, oh yeah
Guns and the summertime
Chica, 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 Columbians like
Yayo, yayo, yayo
And all my girlfriends
Yayo, yayo, yayo
That’s how I do it like
Mm, oh, pretty baby
White lines, pretty baby
Gold teeth, pretty baby, yeah
Dance the night away
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