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Florida Kilos by Lana Del Rey



                   Florida Kilos 




Tuning: E A D G B E

[Intro]
Dm C G F
 
 
[Verse]
      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-
 
 
[Chorus]
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]
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-
 
 
[Chorus]
Dm    C     G
Yayo, yayo, yayo
F
And all the dope fiends
Dm    C     G      F
Yayo, yayo, yayo
 
 
[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-
 
 
[Chorus - Variation]
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






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version 2 






Tuning: E A D G B E

 
   Dm7                   C                    G
e|---5-------------------------------------------3-----------------------------|
B|------6-----6h8p6-6------5------5h6p5---5---------3-----3h5-3h5-3------------|
G|---------5--5---5-5--4-5---5----5----5------------4-----4---4---4------------|
D|-----------------------------5------------4/5-------5------------------------|
A|-5---------------------3-----------------------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
 
     F
e|------10-----10h12p10------------------------------------------------------|
B|--------10------------10---------------------------------------------------|
G|-7/14-----10-------------10------------------------------------------------|
D|----------------------------12---------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
 
"White lines, pretty baby, tattoos..."
 
   Dm7                   C                    G
e|---5-------------------------------------------3-----------------------------|
B|------6-----6h8p6-6------5------5h6p5---5--------3------3h5-3h5-3------------|
G|---------5--5---5-5--4-5---5----5----5-----------4------4---4---4------------|
D|-----------------------------5------------4/5------5-------------------------|
A|-5---------------------3-----------------------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
 
      F
e|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|------1------1h3-1h3-1-----------------------------------------------------|
G|--------2----2---2---2-----------------------------------------------------|
D|--5\3-----3------------3---------------------------------------------------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------------------|
 
 
Basically just alternate these two until the chorus.
 
 

White lines, pretty baby, tattoos
Don't know what they mean, they're special, just for you
White palms, bakin' powder on the stove
Cookin' up a dream, turnin' 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 somethin' 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
Yay-oh, yay-oh, yay-oh
And all the dope fiends
Yay-oh, yay-oh, yay-oh
Sun in my mouth and gold hoops
You like your little baby like you like your drinks, cool
White lines, pretty daddy, go skiing
You snort it like a champ, like the winter we're not in
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, chic-a-Cherry Cola lime
Prison isn't nothing to me, if you'll be by my side
Yay-oh, yay-oh, yay-oh
And all the dope fiends
Yay-oh, yay-oh, yay-oh
We could get high in Miami, ooh-ooh
Dance the night away
People never die in Miami, ooh-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 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
Yay-oh, yay-oh, yay-oh
All the Floridians like
Yay-oh, yay-oh, yay-oh
All the Colombians like
Yay-oh, yay-oh, yay-oh
And all my girlfriends
Yay-oh, yay-oh, yay-oh
That's how we do it, like
Mm-mm, pretty baby
White lines, pretty baby
Gold teeth, pretty baby
Dance the night away




 
| h  Hammer-on
| p  Pull-off
| /  Slide up
| \  Slide down
 






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