Florida Kilos

	  		Intro: Dm-C G F    

      Dm                     C   
White lines, pretty baby, tattoos  
                     G                               F  
Don't know what they mean, they're special, just for you  
      Dm                          C  
White palms, baking powder on the stove  
              G                           F    
Cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow  
        Dm                    C  
I feel you, pretty baby, feel me  
           G                  F   
Turn it up hot, loving you is free  
           Dm                    C   
I like it down, like it down way low  
                G                      F  
But you already know that, you already know  


Pre-Chorus  
Dm                       C  
Come on down to Florida, I got something for ya  
G                             F  
We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh ya  
Dm                      C  
Guns in the summertime, Drink a Cherry Cola lime  
G                       F  
Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my s-  


 
Dm    C     G  
Yayo, yayo, yayo  
F  
And all the dope fiends  
Dm    C     G      F  
Yayo, yayo, yayo  



verse 2  
Dm                       C  
Zoomin' my miles in gold hoops  
                     G                               F  
You like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool  
       Dm                     C  
White lines, pretty daddy, go ski it  
                     G                               F  
You snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in  

Pre-Chorus  
Chorus  

Bridge  
Dm           F            G    
We could get high in Miami,   
E                   Dm  
dance the night away  
             F           G  
People never die in Miami,   
                         Dm  
that's what they all say yay  
E  
(You believe me, don't you baby?)  


Pre-Chorus - Variation  
Dm                       C  
Come on down to Florida, I got something for ya  
G                             F  
We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh ya  
Dm                      C  
Guns in the summertime, Drink a Cherry Cola lime  
G                       F  
Prison don't mean nothing to me if you'll be by my s-  



Dm    C     G  
Yayo, yayo, yayo  
F  
All the Floridians like  
Dm    C     G  
Yayo, yayo, yayo  
F  
All the Colombians like  
Dm    C     G  
Yayo, yayo, yayo  
F  
And all my girlfriends  
Dm    C     G       
Yayo, yayo, yayo  



Outro  
F                         Dm  
That's how we do it, like  
   C                G  
Mm-mm, pretty baby  
      F                  Dm   
White lines, pretty baby  
      C                  G  
Gold teeth, pretty baby  
F  
Dance the night away