Lyrics:
territories
You have upheld our culture
You have upheld our heritage
Irrespective of fast development short comings
Irrespective of unfavorable economy
rock the sneakers with the check like they billing me
(Yeah)
Imma dance to the beat
Watch how you step, got the whites on the feet
Go ahead, drop down,
Michigan's ocean enough for me
Until the east coast calls me
This is my sea
There's something about
Long summer days with your friends
When you're caught up in
to know this love is ours
And I was made to laugh I was made to sing
Giving the gift of life You gave me everything
My feet were made to dance my spirit
From the motherland we come
Our heritage, our drum
Drum-drum, shake-shake, leap-leap
Move to freedom’s dance
In heritage, we advance
Ay-ay-ay, Eh-eh-eh,
my vision
I do all this shit so different, no comparison
All them goofy tendencies you got not in my heritage
Met a bougie tender thing she staying out
dance?
She's got a tattoo of me right above her ass, man
In the streets of Warren, Michiga,n we call 'em tramp stamps
That means she belongs to me, time
and clowns
Godzilla's halitosis it be vaporizing cars
Elvis up in Michigan or maybe out on Mars
Dance out dance out dance out to the stars
But livin' in
Michigan state
Talking about you miss me bitch
Miss me with that capping shit
I can not see the bitch
I'm the black John Cena bitch
Smoke y'all pack it make
my high school
My heritage
I will bring bring it me
No matter where I'm headed
Boom Bap
Ghetto Blasta
Break Dance
West Coast
Baggy Clothes
East Coast
Intro:
Oh na na na, while the music roll off (Yea mon)
Oh na na na, (Morgan Heritage) everyone take a load off
(Gonna make u dance)
Hear the sounds
he would not go far,
Today in our state capitol we've stuck a movie star.
There's no governor like our new governor,
He sings, he dances, he acts.
out on the west one underneath the red sun
You and the sand getting hotter
We'll make our own Pelago, Michigan, Chicago
Baby, dip your toes in
Let's go, go, Gang
Bin mit 'ner blonden Bitch
Sie ist aus Michigan (Go)
Ich slide in DMs, ich bin kein Gentleman (Go)
Ich häng' mit Chicks, wenn ich
step into the light
Come on
And dance with me tonight
Tell your momma that you're leaving
Tell your daddy that we're gone
Tell everyone in Michigan
wanna hug her
Cause you will not see yo bitch again
Love my ghetto bitch
She out there trappin up in Michigan
We just dropped the top
We spun the block
We
frudigan Michigan wannaflex
Friskies in your kellogs wanna check your mail
biftecks
BibooBoo BibooBoo BibooBoo BibooBoo BibooBoonitz
Mother fucker
in Flint
Michigan
As time went past, the fellas sort of died out
We all needed strong reputations and mass clout
The only thing that made it better, if
I made winning a part of me yeah
Gustavo G on the bill
I made winning a part of me
yeah
I made winning a part of my heritage
I ain’t talking like
on the road like the Michelin Man (whoa, whoa)
Put an M on your head like a Michigan fan
Ayy, I'm ballin' so hard, I might hoop when I land
I be ready
like the way you do that shorty
C'mere, can you do somethin for me?
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin out of my pants
And I
What would you like
What would you want
Where would you go
What you about
Tell me the tip you on
Let's dance the night away
Let's dance the night
heritage
Daddy no leave me na paper
For ma head a di check all di radar
A di find ma own in any weather yea
Another grain
Another chadar yeah...
La muzic
Now she a coke slayer Italian niggas gettin her pay
But that's her heritage, she stayed sniffed up, no sorrow
Clean her toes for today gave a fuck about
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