White lines, pretty baby, tattoos
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Don't know what they mean
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They're special, just for you.
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White palms, baking powder on the stove
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Cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow.
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I feel you, pretty baby, feel me,
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Turn it up hot, loving you is free.
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I like it down, like it down way low
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But you already know that,
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You already know!
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Chorus:
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Come on down to Florida
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I got something for ya
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We could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh ya
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Guns in the summertime
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Drink a Cherry Cola lime
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Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my
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Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
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And all the dope fiends
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Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
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Zooming my miles in gold hoops
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You like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool
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White lines, pretty daddy, go ski it
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You snort it like a champ,
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Like the winter we're not in
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Chorus:
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Come on down to Florida
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I got something for ya
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We could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh ya
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Guns in the summertime
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Drink a Cherry Cola lime
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Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my
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Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
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And all the dope fiends
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Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
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Hey yo!
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We could get high in Miami, uh, uh
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Dance the night away
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People never die in Miami, uh, uh
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That's what they all say!
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(You believe me, don't you baby?)
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Chorus:
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Come on down to Florida
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I got something for ya
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We could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh ya
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Guns in the summertime
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Drink a Cherry Cola lime
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Prison don't mean nothing to me,
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If you'll be by my
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Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
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All the Floridians like
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Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
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All the Colombians like
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Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
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And all my girlfriends
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Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
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That's how we do it like
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Oh, oh, pretty baby
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White lines, pretty baby
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Gold teeth, pretty baby
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Dance the night away!
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Florida Kilos
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| Lana Del Rey |
