Song Lyrics
Come on down to florida, prison isn t nothin to me Rey, don t know what they mean
cookin up a dream
i got somethin for ya
drink a cherry cola lime
Turnin diamonds into snow, drink a cherry cola lime Rey, lovin you is free
Prison don t mean nothin to me, people never die in miami
If you ll be by my side, guns in the summertime
come on down to florida
We could get high in miami, you believe me, i got somethin for ya
You already know, but you already know that
Dance the night away, just for you Del, come on down to florida
don t know what they mean
Prison isn t nothin to me, guns in the summertime, like you like your drinks cool
We could see the kilos, turnin diamonds into snow
I like it down, but you already know that
And all my girlfriends, i got somethin for ya Kilos, people never die in miami
And all the dope fiends, all the colombians say
Prison don t mean nothin to me, just for you
come on down to florida
all the colombians say
I got somethin for ya, and all the dope fiends Florida, like you like your drinks cool
all the floridians say
if you ll be by my side
prison isn t nothin to me
Prison isn t nothin to me, prison isn t nothin to me, guns in the summertime
drink a cherry cola lime
i got somethin for ya
like it down way low
We could see the kilos, don t know what they mean
And all my girlfriends, we could get high in miami Lana, if you ll be by my side
Like it down way low, like the winter we re not in
Prison isn t nothin to me, i got somethin for ya
dance the night away
Like the winter we re not in, if you ll be by my side
Dance the night away, we could get high in miami
dance the night away
We could get high in miami, baking powder on the stove Lana, like the winter we re not in
Prison isn t nothin to me, you believe me, that s what they all say
they re special
Guns in the summertime, like you like your drinks cool, turn it up hot
and all the dope fiends
sun in my mouth and gold hoops
We could see the kilos, i got somethin for ya
All the colombians say, that s what they all say
if you ll be by my side
cookin up a dream
Come on down to florida, if you ll be by my side, turn it up hot
Guns in the summertime, you believe me, prison isn t nothin to me
Baking powder on the stove, you already know, prison isn t nothin to me
I got somethin for ya, we could see the kilos
turnin diamonds into snow
Guns in the summertime, i like it down, we could see the kilos