Lana Del Rey
Дель Рей начала свою карьеру в 2005 году, но мировая известность пришла к ней после выпуска её дебютного сингла «Video Games» в 2011 году[9]. Дель Рей получила дальнейшее признание после выпуска своего второго студийного альбома Born to Die. В 2012 году французский диджей Седрик Жерве[англ.] выпустил ремикс на песню Ланы «Summertime Sadness», дебютировавший с шестой позиции в чарте Billboard Hot 100. В ноябре 2012 года исполнительница выпустила мини-альбом Paradise, который был номинирован на американскую музыкальную премию Грэмми в номинации «Лучший вокальный поп-альбом»[10]. В 2013 году Лана выпустила короткометражный фильм «Тропико», автором сценария, композитором и актрисой которого является она сама[11]. В 2014 году певица выпустила третий студийный альбом, Ultraviolence, который получил положительные отзывы музыкальных критиков и отличился коммерческим успехом
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Florida kilos
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,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.
Guns and the summertime,
Chica, Cherry Cola, lime.
Prison isn't nothin' to me,
If you'll be my side.
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And the dope things,
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 winner, winner in."
Come on down to Florida,
I got somethin' for ya.
We could see the kilos,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.
Guns and the summertime,
Chica, Cherry Cola, lime.
Prison isn't nothin' to me,
If you'll be my side.
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And the dope things,
Yayo, yayo, yayo.
We could get high in Miami,
Ooh, dance the night away.
People never die in Miami,
Ooh, that's what they all say.
You believe me, don't you baby?
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Floridians like,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Columbians like,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And all my girlfriends,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
That's how I do it like.
Mm, oh, pretty baby,
White lines, pretty baby,
Gold teeth, pretty baby, yeah,
Dance the night away.
Florida kilos
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,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.
Guns and the summertime,
Chica, Cherry Cola, lime.
Prison isn't nothin' to me,
If you'll be my side.
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And the dope things,
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 winner, winner in."
Come on down to Florida,
I got somethin' for ya.
We could see the kilos,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.
Guns and the summertime,
Chica, Cherry Cola, lime.
Prison isn't nothin' to me,
If you'll be my side.
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And the dope things,
Yayo, yayo, yayo.
We could get high in Miami,
Ooh, dance the night away.
People never die in Miami,
Ooh, that's what they all say.
You believe me, don't you baby?
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Floridians like,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Columbians like,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And all my girlfriends,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
That's how I do it like.
Mm, oh, pretty baby,
White lines, pretty baby,
Gold teeth, pretty baby, yeah,
Dance the night away.
Florida kilos
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,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.
Guns and the summertime,
Chica, Cherry Cola, lime.
Prison isn't nothin' to me,
If you'll be my side.
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And the dope things,
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 winner, winner in."
Come on down to Florida,
I got somethin' for ya.
We could see the kilos,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.
Guns and the summertime,
Chica, Cherry Cola, lime.
Prison isn't nothin' to me,
If you'll be my side.
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And the dope things,
Yayo, yayo, yayo.
We could get high in Miami,
Ooh, dance the night away.
People never die in Miami,
Ooh, that's what they all say.
You believe me, don't you baby?
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Floridians like,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Columbians like,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And all my girlfriends,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
That's how I do it like.
Mm, oh, pretty baby,
White lines, pretty baby,
Gold teeth, pretty baby, yeah,
Dance the night away.
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,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.
Guns and the summertime,
Chica, Cherry Cola, lime.
Prison isn't nothin' to me,
If you'll be my side.
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And the dope things,
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 winner, winner in."
Come on down to Florida,
I got somethin' for ya.
We could see the kilos,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.
Guns and the summertime,
Chica, Cherry Cola, lime.
Prison isn't nothin' to me,
If you'll be my side.
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And the dope things,
Yayo, yayo, yayo.
We could get high in Miami,
Ooh, dance the night away.
People never die in Miami,
Ooh, that's what they all say.
You believe me, don't you baby?
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Floridians like,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Columbians like,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And all my girlfriends,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
That's how I do it like.
Mm, oh, pretty baby,
White lines, pretty baby,
Gold teeth, pretty baby, yeah,
Dance the night away.
Florida kilos
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,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.
Guns and the summertime,
Chica, Cherry Cola, lime.
Prison isn't nothin' to me,
If you'll be my side.
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And the dope things,
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 winner, winner in."
Come on down to Florida,
I got somethin' for ya.
We could see the kilos,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.
Guns and the summertime,
Chica, Cherry Cola, lime.
Prison isn't nothin' to me,
If you'll be my side.
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And the dope things,
Yayo, yayo, yayo.
We could get high in Miami,
Ooh, dance the night away.
People never die in Miami,
Ooh, that's what they all say.
You believe me, don't you baby?
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Floridians like,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Columbians like,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And all my girlfriends,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
That's how I do it like.
Mm, oh, pretty baby,
White lines, pretty baby,
Gold teeth, pretty baby, yeah,
Dance the night away.
Florida kilos
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,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.
Guns and the summertime,
Chica, Cherry Cola, lime.
Prison isn't nothin' to me,
If you'll be my side.
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And the dope things,
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 winner, winner in."
Come on down to Florida,
I got somethin' for ya.
We could see the kilos,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.
Guns and the summertime,
Chica, Cherry Cola, lime.
Prison isn't nothin' to me,
If you'll be my side.
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And the dope things,
Yayo, yayo, yayo.
We could get high in Miami,
Ooh, dance the night away.
People never die in Miami,
Ooh, that's what they all say.
You believe me, don't you baby?
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Floridians like,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Columbians like,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And all my girlfriends,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
That's how I do it like.
Mm, oh, pretty baby,
White lines, pretty baby,
Gold teeth, pretty baby, yeah,
Dance the night away.
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