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 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
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 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 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 Dance that 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 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, babe
Mmm-mm, pretty baby White lines, pretty baby Gold teeth, pretty baby, yeah, yeah Dance the night awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
