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Koron Jerrell Wilkerson
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I Used to be cruising
Now I'm on yachts with my bitch
While she driving the boat and she shaking her booty
Chilling out maxing relaxing
The only time I dance is when I wear jewelry
My ride or die she gon shoot when I slide
And she treat my dick like it's an uzi
Man her shit feel like a Jacuzzi
I took her from Detroit to Houston
Aye
My hobby is flying in
And I only act like the king of the jungle cuz I'm from a city of Lions
And don't call me Thor because I bring the thunder
Call me Loki cuz I move silent
Don't be mad at her cuz she listen to me and not you
My nigga she just Vibin
Aye, aye
Here go my lil violin
Boy I pay the cost to be rich every day
And you can't walk a mile in my size tens
Whatever you making I'm doubling daily
I get it while watching my eyelids
My niggas don't like to be violent
But shooting from Detroit to Houston
Sniping 1300 miles
We got women going wild
To the beltway from the Mile aye, Eight
I be jumping in the crowd
Bust a bitch or bezel down aye
Might do it from Detroit to Houston
Import my whip from the D but I bought it in third Ward
Never look back but I swear that this whip it ain't no Ford
I like my cars the way I like my women I need a foreign
From Detroit to Houston my baby I got you my baby come get a tour
Aye
We loaded and locked in
Can't listen to niggas right now
Because all that I'm hearing is shit they have not did
Boy you could be signed to Adidas
But never in life would you ever be top ten
You ain't really working you clock in
I'm grinding from Detroit to Houston
Aye
Definition of a menace
No
Define me using boss nigga I'll be with your ass in a minute
I can't even hop in a whip that ain't tinted
Young nigga but make it as fast as I spend it
I know it's a marathon but it look like we sprinting
Cuz we run it from Detroit to Houston
Aye
I'm just relaying the message
It look like we shooting an X-rated film
The way these women dressed in our section
And all of my statements got commas my baby
That's something you ain't gotta question
From Michigan down to Texas
Stackin from Detroit to Houston
I drove 1300 miles and I still ain't out of town
I can't ever pick a style aye
Aye
Speed it up or slow it down
Leave it plain or bust it down aye
Imma do it from Detroit to Houston
Writer(s): Koron Wilkerson
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