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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
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
Or the Keys, baby, oh yeah
Guns in the summertime
Drink a cherry cola lime
Prison isn't nothin' 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 gold skin
