Florida Kilos Songtext / Lyric

Yayo, yayo, yayo.
And all the dope fiends.
Yayo, yayo, yayo. We could get high in Miami, (Oooh)
Dance the night away.
People never die in Miami, (Oooh)
That's what they all say.
(You believe me, don't you baby?)

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

Yayo, yayo, yayo.
All the Floridians like,
Yayo, yayo, yayo.
All the Colombians like,
Yayo, yayo, yayo.
And all my girlfriends,
Yayo, yayo, yayo.

That's how we do it, like,
Mm-mm, pretty baby.
White lines, pretty baby.
Gold teeth, pretty baby.
Dance the night away.